#yeah okay i suddenly have a bit of inspiration (it's past 3am)

[barghest-land]

oh HMMMM thoughts

[cinnamon-bebe]

The Bridge

Summary: Two ex-lovers find their paths crossing once again.

(I haven’t written in literally YEARS but I had some time and a little inspiration today… Not my GIF :))

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warning: Swearing

“Hi.”

The word escapes him. He shouldn’t have initiated that smile, he should have allowed her to pass him by as if he was never there but she caught him off guard. He found himself trapped between the crowd, unable to weave his way through. He could have looked the other way but he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes from her; until she finally looked up in his direction and gradually made her way to him.

His body resists his mind’s natural instinct to reach for her, even just for a simple touch on the shoulder. Consciously adjusting the strap of his backpack, Sebastian withdraws his hand to his pocket.

“Hey you, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” She smiles.

It has. It’s been a year and her voice, exactly as he had remembered.  "How are you Seb?“

He’s relieved that the bridge is so busy, Y/N’s attention torn between him and the bustling traffic of people trying to get to either side. This way, she might not notice how he’s looking at her. The way his eyes, lingered a little too long on those beautiful blushed lips he was so used to kissing; filled with curses the last time they spoke. The way he struggled to look into her eyes, those deep brown eyes filled with tears the last time he saw her.

"I…I’ve been good. Been keeping myself busy with work. The usual.” He musters up the courage to respond, feigning a some-what happy smile.

“Oh I know you’ve been busy. You seem to be in every movie trailer I see. I can’t seem to escape you.” She playfully creases her nose at him.

Chuckling lightly, Sebastian looks down at his feet. Half of him sure she meant that with pure jest, the other half convinced there were remnants of resentment.

“How are you?” He asks, gesturing towards her before resting his hand on the back of his head.

Y/N shuffles closer to hear him. The bridge swelling with more people, their chatter growing louder and harsher.

“I’ve been well. Not as busy as you but enough to keep me out of trouble. Are you here for work?”

“Yeah, just wrapped up some reshoots today. How about you, how long are you in New York? ” Raising his voice above the crowd, Sebastian moves closer to Y/N as the herd pushes past them.

“I just came to stay with Tara for a few days. I’m actually off tomorrow, so I wanted to squeeze in some time to walk around the city before I leave.”

“Heading towards the Museum of Natural History?” He raises an eye brow, making Y/N roll her eyes sheepishly in admission.

“You and your dinosaurs.” Seb chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he recalls the many occasions Y/N dragged him through the same museum. Her face always lit up like a child as she marvelled at the exhibitions of fossils and artefacts. He never got the appeal of looking at a bunch of old bones but seeing her smile the way she did, he would have been willing to go everyday if time would have allowed. “Don’t you ever get bored?”

Y/N doesn’t respond to his playful jibe, instead she looks at him intently with furrowed brows. Pursing her lips as she scoffs to herself.

“I forgot you never had time for that sort of childish nonsense huh?”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N…”

“No it’s fine, I was just joking Seb.” She stops Sebastian before he could explain himself, visibly kicking himself for making that comment. “I should probably get going…It was good seeing you again.” She holds his gaze for a few seconds, anticipating a response that never came before giving up and excusing herself away from him.

Sebastian shuts his eyes as he feels her graze past him, his hand naturally flinching to grab hers but he hesitates, it’s too late. He can feel his stomach sinking as he is swallowed by the rush of people swarming around him, none of them taking notice of the celebrity on the bridge but he feels a wave of anxiety creeping up, paranoia that he was about to be encroached by the old voices asking for pictures and autographs. He’s certainly in no mood to pose for pictures right now. Suddenly, he’s lost all direction for where his day was headed. All plans out the window. His mind fixated on the conversation he just had.

Is this what his relationship with Y/N has come to? A brief hello and then separate directions out of each other’s lives? How could the three happy years they shared be reduced to just a distant memory?

Sebastian slowly makes his way across the bridge, dragging his feet towards the path of his intended destination, wherever that might be.  Scenes of his last night with Y/N playing his head.

Flashback

“Where were you?”

Sebastian looked up in surprise, it was 3am and he hadn’t expected Y/N to still be awake. She was sat with her legs on the sofa, wearing the black bardot dress she had worn to dinner earlier. Her face was flushed with pink, her previously sleek bun had gradually come undone through the night.

“Why are you still awake babe? It’s so late.” Sebastian sighed as he made his way towards her, seating himself next to her and placing his hand on hers.

Snatching it away, Y/N bit her lip, unable to look at him. Sebastian began to stroke her rosy cheek gently.

“Have you been drinking?” He questions solemnly.

“Yeah. I had a few actually. You know, after you left me by myself in restaurant?” Y/N finally turned to him.

“Y/N come on-” Sebastian tried to hold her but she got up abruptly, leaving him and slamming the door to their bedroom.

Sebastian sighed before pushing himself wearily off the sofa and followed her to the room. It had been a long day and he wasn’t ready for another one of these showdowns.

“Y/N, sweetheart. I’m sorry okay?”

“You do this to me all the time! All the time! Do you know how it makes me feel you when you just leave me like that?”

“I didn’t leave you by yourself, you had Tara and Zach with you!”

“I wanted to be with YOU! Can’t I just spend time with my boyfriend like any other normal girl? You work all week, I just wanted to be with you for one evening! Is that too much to ask?”

“Y/N…” Sebastian heaved in frustration, dragging his hand through his now messy hair.

“You went to see her didn’t you? Your ‘friend’ with the emergency? Is that why you left?” Y/N emphasised the word 'friend’ with heated sarcasm, fire building in her chest. She already knew the answer but she wanted him to admit it with his own words.

“Don’t. Don’t make this about her okay?” Irritation building in him, deep down he knew it was going to come to this.

“But it’s true though right? It’s always about her. How could I not?” Y/N got up confrontationally. “What was the emergency this time? She locked herself outside her apartment? Lost her car keys? What could have possibly happened this time to make to you run off like that to see your ex?”

“Stop making it like I’m cheating on you. She’s my friend, I just wanted to make sure she was okay! She called m-”

“Did you ever stop to think if I was okay? Do you ever think about me when you do these things?” Y/N hadn’t realised she was crying until she started struggling to breathe. Every breath hurt her. Every second Sebastian didn’t respond hurt her. “Why do you insist on doing this to me?”

“Kaitlyn’s sister is in the hospital, she was a mess and she just wanted a shoulder to cry on. I was trying to be a good friend. That’s all I ever try to be. Why can’t you believe me?”

“Don’t turn this on me! Don’t make it seem like I’m being an irrational girlfriend!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are! How would you like it if I ran off to see Jared every night? Leaving you whenever he called? You’d be fucking livid if I did that, so stop acting like this is fucking normal.” Y/N sat herself on the bed, her eyes fixated on Sebastian’s hardened expression.

“What do you want me to say Y/N? Because I don’t know what else to tell you. I am tired of having to explain myself to you all the time, having this same argument every time.”

Y/N held his gaze. The only sound in the room were their heavy breathing. “Tell me you don’t love her”.

“Jesus Christ Y/N.”

“What? Why is it so hard to say if you don’t?!” She screamed, his resistance being his confirmation.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that you’re the only one I love?! I can tell you I don’t love her a million times and we’ll keep having this fight anyway! This all comes down to the fact that you’re insecure and you don’t trust me.”

“No I don’t trust you. How could I when not once in our relationship you have put me first? I’ll always come second place in your heart, I’m finally starting to accept that now.”

“You’re fucking immature Y/N…first place, second place. You know you can be such a fucking child sometimes. I love YOU. This isn’t some competition!”

“Yeah I’m fucking childish but at least I can admit my own feeling to myself.”

“I’m done having this fight.” Sebastian shook his head, the sky was getting light and he needed to get some shut eye before he had to wake up to shoot scenes in the morning. “Sleep it off, we can talk about this later.” He pulled the covers over, ready to get in for some peace.

That’s how it worked. They’d bitch, they’d fight but the next day they’d always makeup. A kiss on the nose and breakfast in bed did wonders.

However this time Y/N doesn’t join him. Her back remained facing him.

“No. I’m done too.” She managed to recollect herself, wiping her tears with the palm of her hand. She was calm now, there was nothing left to argue about.

Sebastian stood there, the covers still in his hand. He began to experience a sinking feeling he had never felt in their fights before. Dread in his gut, spread all the way to his throat. Too afraid to implore what she meant.

“I can’t be here anymore. Near you.”

“Y/N.”

“ I can’t continue like this with you. I hate how I feel. I hate the way I am. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Y/N finally turned to face him, tears no longer running down her face. Eyes vacant, with the love that was once there, drained out of them.

She got off the bed to grab her bag. Sebastian retained his stance by the bed, his eyes unwilling, unable to watch her gather her stuff. He remained there until she closed the door behind her, only then did he look up to see nothing but the empty room.

End of Flashback

Sebastian stops himself in his tracks. The sound of the city wakes him from his daze, New York reminding him of its presence. He somehow made it across the bridge, finding himself at the foot of the stairs he mindlessly traipsed down without memory.

He sees the cafe he was meant to be in 15 minutes ago. His friends who probably expected his tardiness, were likely catching up without him and yet, he is in no rush to cross the road.

He can’t help but feel that there is somewhere else he needs to be.

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“What distinguishes triceratops from other dinosauria is its enormous skull, possessing a backward-pointing fr-è stato misurato a oltre sette piedi! Altri certopsici come Centrosaurus e-” Fiddling with the language setting on her audio guide, Y/N walks distractedly through the herbivorous dinosaur exhibit. She had already breezed through the butterfly conservatory without even acknowledging a single insect; her mind miles away with someone else.

She leans herself against the railing, her elbows resting against the cool metal. A piece of glass separates her from the majestic model of a prehistoric animal in front of her. She suddenly can’t help but feel sorry for it. Trapped in a glass cage, people gawking at it every few minutes and then leaving when they’ve lost interest. Yes, she knows it is only a model but it if was alive, we’d probably do the same. And here she is, guilty as charge.

“Excuz me mrs, pweeze can you carry me? I can’t see the dinosaur.” A little girl tugs at Y/N’s dress to her surprise. She looks down to see a cherubic curly haired child, ladybirds adorned on the collars of her red cardigan. She smiles awkwardly at Y/N, her head just about reaching the railing.

“Erm…sure darling.” Y/N throws her arms up in amusement of the request, swinging her up onto her right hip.

The girl studies the dinosaur intently before pointing at the glass, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

“Dats a fwunny looking one.” She covers her mouth to suppress the laughter building in her belly.

“That’s a Parasaurolophus. Their funny looking heads actually helped send sounds to their friends, to warn them when there was a hungry dinosaur nearby. Kind of like a little trumpet.”

“A pawasawolofas.”

Y/N giggled with the little girl at her pronunciation. The little girl’s infectious laughter growing louder and higher.

“Izzy! Where are you?” A panicked voice shouts through the entrance of the exhibit.

“Uh-oh das my mama. I have to go now dinosaur lady!” Before Y/N could react, the little girl slides her way out of her arms, her hand accidentally knocking Y/N’s earring across the floor.

Y/N watches as her new friend runs across the room, dodging the crowd of people expertly and jumping into the arms of her worried mother, who smothers her into her chest. Her face filled with relief that she wasn’t abducted by some strange 'dinosaur lady’.

Y/N smiles at the sight, it was little human interactions like this that she enjoyed in life, it reminded her of how simple and happy life could be. She heaves a deep breath before crouching down in a mission, shuffling her way through the sea of legs in attempt to find her earring. It could have fallen through the vents on the floor for all she knows but she isn’t leaving without trying to retrieve it. It was an 18th birthday present from a dear friend, worth very little but she has worn it every day since;  heart shaped rubies with golden accents.

“Oop, sorry.” She apologises breathlessly as she bumps into people, all probably concerned why this grown woman was crawling around on the floor. Y/N sees the security guard peering above the gathering of people she is blocking, suspicious why they have all congregated there and away from the actual display. She quickens her search, pushing gently through the crowd until finally she spots a sparkle of red at the bottom of a Stegosaurus model.

“There you are.” She mumbles with delight under her breath.

Just as she is getting back on her feet, she sees a man bend down to pick up her earring. He’s wearing a familiar light grey t-shirt, a black backpack strung on his shoulders, headphones around his neck.

Her delight fades in an instant.

The man turns around with his mouth slightly agape, as he mentally prepares to explain himself.

“Did you lose this?” Sebastian smiles sheepishly, extending his palm towards Y/N.

Y/N doesn’t respond, she just looks at the ruby in his hand, eventually plucking up the courage to retrieve it.

“Um… I hope I’m not intruding on your alone time.” Sebastian clears his throat between his words. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here, I just thought I’d have a wander myself. I can go if you want me t-”

“No. No it’s okay, the museums big enough for the both of us.” Y/N plasters on that happy smile she had on the bridge. One she had practised in her head in case of times like this.

Sebastian nods in relief, had she sent him packing he wouldn’t have known what to do with himself.

“So…what exactly are we looking at right now?” He gestures towards the reconstructed model before them, trying to act as casual as he could. He’s an actor damn it, why is it so hard?

Unsure of what exactly her ex is doing, she steps beside him and points to the sign which clearly read 'Stegosaurus’.

“Right! I…I totally missed that.”  

“How long have you been here?” Y/N enquires, trying to ignore how awkward this exchange is.

“Not long, just long enough to see you crawling around like a crack-head.” Sebastian teases, artfully dodging Y/N’s unappreciative daggers.

“I thought you didn’t like it here?”

“What do you mean? I love dinosaurs!” Sebastian exclaims, pretending to look busy 'reading’ the information on the plaque.

“Well when I used to take you here, I recall someone moaning and groaning all the way through. Your favourite part was the gift shop at the end.” Y/N pokes at him.

“Hey, let’s not pretend that wasn’t your favourite too.”

“I’m serious, what are you doing here?” She is serious indeed, her face no longer bearing the same friendly smile she bore before.

Sebastian sighs, his teeth tugging at the bottom of his lip. “I guess…I should have been more appreciative back then. I kind of figured out what I have been missing all these years and I didn’t want the opportunity to slip past me again. That’s why I’m here.”

Y/N no longer sure what exactly he is referring to, the museum or something else but she doesn’t want to ruminate on unfounded theories.

“So, would you mind if I joined you?” Sebastian suggests in the silence of it all. “You can teach me all about our prehistoric friends, I’ll actually listen this time.”

Y/N ponders for a few moments. Spending her day with the man who broke her heart, isn’t exactly on her itinerary. Had she anticipated her encounter with Sebastian, she might not have taken this trip to New York at all.

Closure. Perhaps this experience will give her the much needed closure, to sign off her association with him.

Yes, closure is the reasoning Y/N gave herself.

“Where do you want to start then?”

Sebastian could hardly believe this is happening. He hadn’t thought this through, in fact since the bridge he has no idea how he ended up here. All he knows is that this is where he wanted to be. With Y/N again.

“T-Rex?”

“Is that the only dinosaur you know?” Y/N raised her eyebrow, unimpressed.

“No.” Sebastian feigns offense. “There’s also that one with the claw that chased Jeff Goldblum through those fields in Jurassic Park II.”

“Oh my god…” Y/N shakes her head in disbelief, leading the way to the Tyrannosaurus exhibit.

“Hey.” Seb catches up to her, brushing her arm slightly to her surprise. “I didn’t pick up an audio guide on the way in. Do you mind if we share?”

Y/N looks down at the device in her hand, the cheap black earphones dangling between them.

“Erm…sure.”

Sebastian picks up one of the buds, placing it in his right ear as Y/N does the same to her left. His towering stature making it awkward for them to walk at different paces, forcing Sebastian to stay close to Y/N, lowering his head to meet her small frame. Their arms grazing each other ever so slightly, as they explored the neighbouring sights.

Every now and again, Sebastian would catch Y/N stealing glances at him much to her annoyance, as he would react with a mischievously enquiring brow. A growing smile teasing Sebastian’s face.

[teuvoterafinen]

Not the Same - Part 1

Author’s Note: Alright, guys. I’ve never written hockey stuff before, but I’ve been wanting to for a while. This is going to be a multi-part, probably slow burn piece and I’m still not sure who I want the love interest to be, but Auston is definitely going to be the best friend. It’s also completely self indulgent, so tolerate me. Inspired by my crushed dreams of William playing Center next season and the possibility of Elias Lindholm getting traded in the near future.

If you want me to write anything, just shoot me an ask!

Word Count: 2212

Warnings: I curse like a sailor, drinking, references to lady balls???

April was never meant to be this cold, you thought, fumbling for your keys outside of your basement apartment. It was the only thing you could afford, having moved up to Toronto on just more than a whim. Four months ago, you were a college student in Raleigh, North Carolina and now it was 3am and you had just gotten back from your second bartending job, completely exhausted from your nearly sixteen-hour day. The key stuck in the lock and your fingers were quickly going numb, but the door eventually swung open. 

It was a decent space for what you were paying for it, just a kitchen, bathroom and an open living area. Most of your books were still in boxes against the wall and a wooden futon was serving as a bed and a couch, much to the dismay of your back. It had been hours, apart from the car ride, since you had sat down, so within seconds, both of your Dr. Martens were off and you’d laid yourself out, face down against the blanket. You probably would have fallen asleep in your work clothes if it weren’t for the abrupt chorus of a Swedish rap song screaming from your phone. You groaned as you flopped over to silence it, contemplating whether answering was a good idea, knowing exactly who it was.

On the forth ring, you decided that he would probably end up calling back if you didn’t answer.

“What the fuck, Lindy? It’s nearly four in the morning.” You garbled out the teasingly angry statement at your favorite Swede, who you’d become close friends with while you lived in Raleigh. Elias Lindholm had kept in touch with you after you’d moved to Toronto when very few of your other friends had reached out. It was less lonely now, but sometimes you still needed the familiar voice.

“Y/N, I need your help. I told a friend of mine that I had a friend, who lives in Toronto that needs a new place and I was drunk and I didn’t ask you first, but he’s looking for a roomie, so what do you think?”

“Woah, slow down. How?”

“Alcohol and golf? And Instagram?”

“Okay, yeah, makes sense,” you shrugged, knowing that that was pretty much all he’d been doing for the past week. It was really a shame that the Canes didn’t get to the playoffs this year, but you were jealous of how much free time your friend had. What you wouldn’t give to be playing golf and going to concerts. Work was always first now that you had to support yourself.

“Just hear me out, the house is apparently really nice and you wouldn’t have to deal with him or his other roommates too often. They just want someone else to be at the house so they can get a dog.” He really did know how to get you to listen. Having a backyard for a potential dog was always at the top of your list of domestic goals. Unfortunately, it was unlikely that you would be able to afford that without roommates.

“Alright, I’ll check it out. Who is it anyway?” you questioned. Suddenly you were skeptical of who he was about to set you up with. You got along well with most of the Canes, but they were generally pretty mellow. As much as you loved being social, wild parties weren’t exactly your scene and some of Elias’s friends were more than a little wild.

There was a pause on the other side of the phone and you heard him shout in Swedish, presumably to one of his teammates. He was speaking too fast for you to even think about keeping up, so you drifted back onto your pillow, letting him finish. “Tell the boys I say hi,” you mentioned after a brief pause. “And tell Victor he still owes me a hundred dollars. I could use the money about now.” They were on speaker at this point and you could tell it was Rask in the background. He’d had the nerve to bet you couldn’t make one save against him. You obviously weren’t going to let that slide and you managed a perfect glove save on the first shot.

“Rasky says he’ll pay your first month’s rent if you can put up with Willy for that long,” Lindy laughed, but his statement had caused you to jolt up.

“No, there is no fucking way. I’m not living with William Nylander.” There was a bit of motion on the other end, and some muffled cursing. You had met him a couple times. Last time he spilled his beer on you while incredibly drunk at a party, looked down at your then see through shirt and said “Boobs!” before turning and walking away. You laughed about it later with the guys, but Willy was not someone that you desired to spend an extended amount of time with.

“Y/N, hey,” Rask slurred, having taken the phone from the other man. “I told him you wouldn’t do it. I knew you didn’t have the balls.” You sighed, attempting to keep your cool, you tried hard not to give him the rise that he expected out of you.

“I think you have the lady balls!” Shouted an incredibly intoxicated Jeff Skinner and the rest of the group erupted into hysterical giggles. After a good minute, they seemed to calm down and Elias managed to get the phone back.

“I’m sorry, I already gave him your number,” Elias admitted. You were more than a little pissed, but it wasn’t like he was actually going to call. “I also gave him your address and told him that you didn’t work tomorrow, so he should stop by. He seemed really excited to meet you again.” There was definitely a hint of remorse in his voice, but the fact that your only day to sleep in might have been hijacked…You couldn’t help but be angry.

“It’s my one day off,” you practically whined, “I don’t want to have to deal with goldilocks. Does he even remember last time? Or did you just tell him that we met before?”

“I might have had to remind him.”

“I sent him that video of you in a bikini catching a beer and shotgunning it out of your goalie glove,” Victor added.

“I can’t fucking believe you two.”

An unfamiliar ring tone broke you from what seemed like a brief nap and you rejected the call immediately. Nothing was going to get you out of bed before at least midafternoon; the only obvious reaction was to roll over and go back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again. Looking at your phone, this time you were conscious enough to check the time: 2 o’clock in the afternoon. You groaned and answered the probable telemarketer, the events of last night far from your mind.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” A man questioned, shaking you from sleep.

“Yeah, who is this,” your voice cracked.

“It’s William, Elias Lindholm’s friend. I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” Your early morning conversation was slowly coming back to you and as reluctant as you were to talk to the Leaf this soon after waking up, you found it very difficult to be rude most of the time.

Clearing your voice quickly away from your phone, you responded with fake alertness, “No, I was actually just about to make lunch. What’s up?”

“Really? That’s perfect. We were just in the neighborhood and were wondering if we could stop by.” You scrambled to your feet at the realization that you might soon be having company, rushing to grab a change of clothes and a ball cap from the dresser. There was a pair of black ripped jeans on the dresser that you always thought looked good on you. Check. Finding a clean shirt was more of a challenge. 

“Uh, sure, I don’t see why not,” you mumbled trying to pull the fly on your pants while holding the phone to your ear. There you were, pulling on skinny jeans while on the phone, trying to make it sound like you weren’t hopping around on one leg in attempt to get the waistband over your too big ass. It crossed your mind briefly how the wealthy athlete just happening to be in your neighborhood of all places was a bit of a stretch. “I’m not super prepared for company. . . Are you guys close by?” There were a couple long seconds of silence on the other end of the line before he responded again.

“Well, we’re actually already at your place. We’ve kind of been driving around the block waiting for you to pick up.” Of course. The Toronto Maple Leafs were on your doorstep and you couldn’t find a shirt. You quickly grabbed an old band tee from the top of your laundry basket that you didn’t think you wore to work, shamefully did a sniff test and pulled it over your head.

The fact that the blonde’s statement didn’t actually come as a surprise was a testament to the amount of time you had spent around professional hockey players. None of them seemed to know the concept of making plans, they all just assumed they could show up to your apartment, eat your leftovers and watch shitty shows on your Netflix account. You would always forgive them when they asked if you’d make dinner, like a bunch of huge, rowdy kids coming in from a game of road hockey. Laughing lightly, you pulled your well-worn Blue Jays hat on over your mess of bed head and went to the kitchen to start on the lunch that you had lied about.

“Sorry…You can park on the side of the road right in front of the apartment. I’m down the stairs.”

“Awesome! We’ll be down in a minute,” he chimed before hanging up. He honestly didn’t seem so bad, now that you’d spoken to him while you were both sober. Maybe living with him would have more pluses than minuses. And Victor would pay the bill for the first month. You wouldn’t have to deal with your ceiling leaking during storms and the constant smell of old cigarette smoke that had soaked in to the cheap carpeting. You might even be able to start saving for a car. Not that you didn’t love your ‘98 Camry to bits, but she was coming up on a much-deserved retirement.

The clamor of muffled voices could be heard all the way in your kitchen through the thin front door and suddenly you were a bit nervous. You were already walking over when they knocked, unlocking the deadbolt and the main lock before pausing for a second. Nylander was one thing, but it hadn’t crossed your mind who else might be on the other side of the door. I look like a slob. I should have washed my face again, there’s probably make up under my eyes. Do I even understand the concept of looking cute anymore??? Biting the bullet, you swung the door wide to reveal Willy, Kasperi Kapanen, and, the nail in your coffin, Auston Matthews. You thanked your lucky stars that they hadn’t shown up to your door in suits, your neighbors were bound to talk about three of Toronto’s golden boys showing up on your doorstep, let alone wearing designer brands.

“Hey, Willy,” you smiled, forcing yourself to push back the sudden panic that had taken you by surprise. The three made their way through the doorway and you awkwardly reached out your hand to introduce yourself to the two that you had yet to meet. Kapanen accepted it graciously, Matthews was standing further back, closing the door behind them. “I’m Y/N…” It wasn’t exactly easy to say how you knew William, so you just avoided that part. “I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t really expecting to do anything today.” The blond had already gone over to sit on your futon/bed and was about to put his feet up on the coffee table when you cast a look in his direction that had a clear message attached.

“I’m Kappy,” the Finnish man introduced himself, laughing at your silent reprimand of his friend.

“Auston.” The American nodded from a distance and didn’t reach out to shake your hand. He instead took the time to look at you like everything about you confused him. The rumors of his ‘too cool’ attitude were all too true it seemed. Tall and handsome in his ripped skinny jeans that did nothing to hide his impressive physique. He leaned against the door like he owned the place, like his shitty band shirt was somehow cooler than your shitty band shirt. He oozed competitiveness and you felt yourself drowning in it. You didn’t know what game you were playing, but you couldn’t let him win. The room was tense as you sweated through your internal monologue, interrupted only by a sly smirk slipping onto Auston’s face as he reached up to pull the Jays hat off his head.

“So did you guys call each other to plan your outfits? I would say I feel left out, but I don’t think I could twin that perfectly if I tried.”

[joonbird]

Studio

Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut, fluff

wordcount: 5k

inspiration

You hadn’t seen Hoseok in a week.

For the two of you, a week was a long time. You were missing him. You had quickly gotten used to your routine with Hoseok since he had returned from the tour a few months ago. You both worked during the day and you shared your evenings together. It was your nights with Hoseok that you missed.

You had grown accustomed to falling asleep to his soft snores and reaching over to poke him abruptly when his snores were too loud. You had quickly adapted to how you would both wake up sometimes in the middle of the night, suddenly overcome with lust, needing each other right then and there. In fact, those were some of your favourite nights with Hoseok, when at 3am, he had you moaning with your underwear around your knees, and his hands wrapped around your neck and your stomach as he made love to you. 

Of course there were harder nights with Hoseok- nights when he was so exhausted he practically collapsed into bed, saying nothing, just wanting to hold you close to him. Or the nights when you would fight, arguing about small things that didn’t really matter, the two of you falling asleep prickly with irritation. Nevertheless, you appreciated all of your nights with Hoseok, the difficult ones, and of course, the good ones. You knew quality time with Hoseok was rare, so having your nights with him was something you valued. 

So when seven nights passed without Hoseok, seven lonely nights, you were all too acutely aware of just how badly you were missing him.

You and Hoseok hadn’t seen each other in a week purely because he hadn’t left his studio. He was under pressure to finish up his upcoming solo mixtape, and you knew that in a time like this, it was best to support Hoseok in whatever way he needed.

You knew he was stressed, you could tell from the tone of his messages and the clipped strain in his voice during your brief phone calls. The other members had messaged you and mentioned not so subtly that Hoseok was irritable and being pushed to his limits. As Yoongi had so delicately put it, ‘He is being a fucking asshole right now and he needs a break.’ 

You knew it was the immensity of the pressure Hoseok was feeling, and you felt bad for not being there for him. You knew he wanted to do this by himself, and yes, you weren’t able to help him musically, but you figured at the very least, you could stop by and see if there was anything you could do. Anything.

So you decided to pay him a visit at his studio.

You knocked gently on the door and when you heard no response, you walked in. Hoseok’s studio as always settled you. It was cosy, familiar, with Kaws figurines decorating the walls and Hoseok’s signature scent lingering in the air.

“Hey baby.” You called out lightly, spotting him sitting by his desk, frowning up at his giant computer screen. 

Hoseok just glanced up at you distractedly. 

“Oh Y/N,” He said shortly. “Hey.” 

He looked worn out, dressed simply in a white tee and a black cap, his forehead exposed. He wasn’t even surprised to see you, too busy and too lost in his own frenzied thoughts to realize properly that you were standing there. You stared at him. You had expected something a little more than ‘hey’.

“How’s it all coming along?” You asked instead, stepping into his studio properly and closing the door behind you. The soft click echoed through the room.

“Yeah. Fine. Getting there.” Hoseok responded, letting out a little sigh.

You studied him carefully, he looked exhausted and defeated. There were, one, two, God- five, empty coffee cups stacked up on the desk next to a pile of old takeaway containers and you wondered idly just how stressful this week had been for Hoseok. You felt a flash of guilt for not being there for him more as you walked over to where he was sitting.

“You look tired,” You murmured, your voice laced with concern.

“Y/N, I’m fine.” Hoseok laughed off your words but it did little to soothe the worry you were feeling. 

“Anyway, what brings you to Hope World?” Hoseok asked, changing the topic and leaning back on his chair. You ignored his question, thinking fleetingly that Hope World right now was feeling quite devoid of hope.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly, focusing your full attention on him.

“Yeah, of course,” Hoseok’s head snapped up at your words and he gave you a short, quick smile but you saw right past it. You knew Hobi’s smiles like the back of your hand, and what he had on his face right now wasn’t a genuine, sunshine J-Hope smile.

Hoseok’s smile faltered when he saw that you weren’t buying it.

“No,” He confessed finally. “Everything is not okay.”

He sighed and took of his cap, dropping his head in his hands, a miserable expression on his face. You ran your fingertips over the nape of his neck and onto his strong shoulders, massaging into them absently. You noted silently that he had worked himself into a state this week, his muscles were knotted and tensed. Even now, with your fingers probing into his shoulder blades, he was stiff, a frustrated expression on his face.

“Talk to me,” You whispered. “I’m here. Let’s talk.” 

You leaned in and pressed a soft stamp of a kiss to the nape of his neck. You felt him shiver under your touch and relax slightly, it was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him properly.

You held him for a moment, the only sound in his studio was the two of you breathing before Hoseok finally spoke.

“I’m scared.” He murmured quietly. “I’ve been working my ass off the last few days and I just... I’m stuck. I can’t get it. inspiration. I don’t know how Yoongi and Namjoon did it. Why I can’t do it. I know,” He glanced up, catching your expresssion. “I know, I shouldn’t compare myself. But I just... I don’t know. This mix tape is doomed, it’s going to be a failure.”

"It is not going to be a failure. That I know for certain.” You said softly, reassuringly. 

Hoseok just scoffed bitterly and you unwrapped your arms from him, spinning his chair around so he was facing you. You folded your arms at him, frowning.

“Hey,” You said. “Hey, look at me.” Hoseok finally met your gaze.

“It is going to be incredible. Trust me. You’re so talented, Jung Hoseok. Yes, it may feel like it’s all on the verge of falling apart now, like you’re on the brink of failure… but that just means you’re about to break through. Not break down.” 

Hoseok just nodded but his eyes twisted slightly in doubt.

“When have I ever been wrong?” You continued stubbornly. 

“According to you? Never. But that’s not convincing. You’re just stubborn. Y/N, you forgot Jungkook’s age last week and even when I showed you his ID you still wouldn’t admit that you were wrong.” Hoseok replied, rolling his eyes. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and propped your hands on your hips.

“Okay, so then if I’m not convincing, then what about the facts? Who is the dance leader of BTS?”

Hoseok just stared at you.

“I am. So what?”

You continued on, your eyes locked with his.

“And who is the one who can not only dance, but can rap, sing, beatbox and act? Yes Hoseok, you’re a good actor so don’t even try me. And on top of all that, is a fucking beautiful and hot piece of ass?”

A tiny ghost of a smile flickered across his face.

“I am,” He admitted.

“And who was the one to teach Namjoon the choreography to the comeback song in one day even when Jimin said it was impossible?” 

Hoseok’s face split into a smile.

“Me.”

You nodded firmly. “See. I’m right. You’re going to be fine Hoseok because you are amazing. Don’t doubt me again.” You raised an eyebrow at him and Hoseok just shook his head wryly at you.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” He muttered.

“You love me,” You teased, relieved to see the smile back on his face.

Hoseok just nodded, his eyes softening as he stared at you. 

“I do.” He said sincerely. “Y/N.” He sighed, pulling you in so you fell against him on the chair. He pressed his lips to your forehead in a long kiss, humming softly against your skin.

“I love you so much.”

You pulled away from him, to tell him you loved him too, but the words died on your lips when you saw the way he was staring at you. He was staring at you intently, his eyes were glowing, his entire face soft. He reached out and cupped your face with one palm, you leaned into his touch and felt like you were floating.

“I love you too.” You whispered back finally, as Hoseok closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

His lips were soft on yours, he kissed you tenderly and deeply and you keened into his touch. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed it, his arms wrapped around you, lips on yours. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless and swooning and as you pulled away, you felt a small buzz of tension and anticipation rush through your body.

You kissed him again, harder this time. You wanted more of him in this kiss, you wanted to feel him. He responded immediately to you, as always, he seemed to know what you wanted before you had a chance to tell him. His arms curved around your lower waist tighter, lifting you up a little bit so that you were leaning between his legs against him. 

Your kisses were getting feverish, desperate, and you felt that slow telltale thud of arousal between your legs. That heavy pulse that started from deep within your core was beginning to radiate throughout your entire body, and you could feel it now, the buzz of excitement. 

“You work so hard Hobi,” You murmured sympathetically into his kisses, he growled a little at your words. 

“Not hard enough. “It’s hard for me to concentrate when I’m uninspired,” Hoseok muttered back, breaking away from your lips to press firm, hungry kisses down your jaw. 

You gasped out a little as he burrowed into your neck, kissing hard against your pulse point and making your core throb harder.  

“… And when I can’t get the thought of you naked out of my head.” He murmured.

You let out a gaspy laugh, your head tipped back as he continued to press feverish kisses down your neck. 

“You were thinking about me naked?” You breathed out, your eyelids fluttering a little as he kissed harder down to wherey our neck met your shoulder, biting down on the soft skin right above your collarbone.

“Yep,” He grunted out. His fingers fluttered up to your top and started to unbutton your blouse. He moved quickly, and your shirt fluttered to the floor as he reached behind you and unclipped your bra. 

You loved this, how well Hoseok knew your body, how well he knew you. Your mind flashed back involuntarily to the first time you had first fooled around with him, he had been so nervous and had fumbled with your bra strap for a full minute, getting more and more worked up with nervous laughter. Now, your bra fell to the floor within seconds, your breasts exposed.

He took his time drinking you in with his eyes, the smirk on his face growing. You could see the growing erection in his pants as he let out a soft, slightly choked groan of approval. 

“God, you look good.” He murmured, and you glowed at his words. His strong shoulders were tensed as he gripped the armrests on his chair, his eyes were intense as they stared up at you, darkened with lust.

“What were you thinking? When you thought about me today?” You asked as he squeezed your lower back harder, kissing down on your collarbone and down towards the top of your breasts.

“I was thinking about you naked all day. I was trying to write fucking lyrics, do soundmixing, even during my meeting with Slow Rabbit-nim…” He began, planting kisses along the curve of one of your breasts, his lips inching closer and closer to your nipple. “I was trying to work but I kept thinking about how good my cock looks slamming into your pretty pussy, baby.” He let go of your waist to bring his hands up to your breasts, running them over your skin and squeezing them gently. 

He looked up at you from under his eyelashes and he had a devilish smirk on his face as he took in the desperate, aroused look in your eyes. His face was down by your breasts, he was cupping your breasts in his hands as he bent down and licked one of your nipples so slow and tantalizingly that you felt like you were going to implode, right then and there. You let out a long, shuddery moan as he chuckled, before latching his lips around your nipple.

He flicked his tongue against your hard, erect nipple as he squeezed both of your breasts with his hands, his eyes intent on you as you felt prickles of pleasure and tension flare up in your core. Your breath was coming in sharply, inhaling and exhaling shakily as you felt your body start to tremble.

You reached down and ran your palm over his cock desperately, he was rock hard under your touch and you let out a loud hiss at the feeling of his length underneath your hand. You rubbed against him harder, and you heard him emit a short grunt at the feeling of you palming his erection. 

Hoseok pulled away form your breasts to stare at you, letting out another choked moan as you unzipped his jeans, reaching into his pants to grip the length ofh is hard cock through his underwear, pumping your fist up and down his shaft.

“I really want you,” You purred, feeling more in control now that he had stopped teasing you. You were turned on by the wild look in his eyes, the way his jaw went slack as you gripped his cock in your fingers. 

“I’ve missed you this week, I’ve been getting so wet just thinking about your hard, thick cock Hoseok.” You added in a low, husky voice as you squeezed his cock harder, reaching down with your other hand to cup his balls. They were tight already, and you couldn’t help the confident smirk from spreading across your face. He had missed you too this week, clearly.

“Stop teasing me.” He complained, grabbing your waist and lifting you off of him. “You know you’re driving me fucking crazy playing with my dick like that.” He muttered, reaching down and slapping your ass playfully. The sound of his palm smacking your ass echoed throughout the room and you suddenly felt an ache for him to be inside of you. You were all too aware of how soaking wet you were becoming, you were restless almost, on edge. 

You reached down and grabbed his hand, shoving it under your skirt and running both of your fingertips over your slit. Your underwear was soaked, you could feel your wetness through the cotton of your underwear and you heard Hoseok hiss. 

“Fuck, ” He muttered. “You’re so fucking wet. God, your pretty little cunt is just soaked for me, God damn.” His voice cracked as his dick twitched in his pants a little at his words. You smirked to yourself, enjoying the strain in his voice.

“I’m just showing you what you’ve been missing,” You turned your head to bat your eyes at him playfully and he rolled his eyes at you.

“No kidding,” He muttered, suddenly drawing you back in, his hand lightly against your chest and neck, as he leaned his lips in to your ear. 

“How do you want me baby?” Hoseok growled in your ear. 

“Do me from behind,” You panted out. You wanted him slamming against you, you wanted his hands curled possessively around your hips. He responded immediately, he was done with the teasing and so were you. You were all too aware of the heavy thud between your legs and how tense your thighs were, you needed him inside of you, and you needed him now.

Hoseok turned to his desk and hastily shoved aside his keyboard and a few scattered notebooks, gripping your hips and bending you over commandingly.

“Hoseok,” You breathed out, feeling your stomach squeeze in anticipation as his fingers began massaging rhythmic circles into your hips, tugging your skirt up and pulling your underwear down roughly. He squeezed your ass in his hands and lightly, so lightly it was barely a touch, ran his fingertips over your wet slit. The skimming of his fingers over your pussy had you aching for him, you couldn’t help the shaky moan that burst out of your throat as you heard him taste you off of his fingers.

“Hoseok, please.” You moaned out and Hoseok just chuckled.

“You want me to fuck you like this Y/N? Bent over my work desk, legs and pussy spread for me like a God damn buffet?”

You just nodded and swallowed desperately, you were convinced that the throbbing in your core was so heavy and so loud Hoseok could hear it if he focused hard enough. God, you wanted him. It was carnal almost, the desperation you felt deep within your core.

“Hoseok,” You panted out as you heard him tug down his underwear. “Did you lock the door?”

Hoseok just grunted. “Didn’t you?”

The thought of somebody possibly walking in, of catching you like this, bent over his studio desk with your ass in the air and swollen wet pussy right under his work station, had your pussy tightening in anticipation even more than before.

“Just fuck me, I don’t care, please, fuck me now,” You begged out and Hoseok moaned a little at your words and positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

He slid inside of you carefully, going steadily so you could adjust to his length. He had a thick, solid cock and you sucked in your breath as you felt him stretch out your walls. You were so wet that he slid in without a problem but you both exuded shaky, aroused moans at the feeling of him being inside of you again, easing in until all of his length was inside of you.

“God Y/N….” Hoseok muttered out, thrusting into you gently so that all of his length was inside of you. You let out your own lustful sigh at the feeling of him inside of you, you could feel the ridges of his cock deep in your pussy and he was filling you up so entirely that you were momentarily overcome.

“I can take it Hoseok, fuck me,” You groaned.

Hoseok didn’t need more encouragement, he dug his fingers into your hips and began thrusting into you. His hips slammed against yours, the sound of his roughness filled the small studio and you moaned at the gratification of feeling him fucking into you. 

“God Y/N,” Hoseok moaned out. “You look so fucking hot like this…” He reached down with one hand and ran his fingers through your hair, gripping the roots of your hair carefully and tugging. 

The pressure of his fingers entangled in your hair, tugging your head upwards as his other hand was firm on your ass had you moaning out loudly. He was fucking you hard, possessively, and you could feel every inch of his cock deep inside of you with each intense thrust. 

Hoseok leaned forward a little more so that he could fuck into you at a deeper angle, he kept his hand laced in your hair as he pulled, his other hand squeezing the soft flesh of your ass desperately. 

He was fucking into you, grinding his cock against you so deep that you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body. At this angle, you could feel it, all of it, the roughness of how he was fucking into you, the urgency, the gratification.

“God yes,” You moaned out loudly, not caring about being quiet, not caring if anyone were to walk in. The image of how you looked, bent over his desk with his cock buried deep inside of you, him pulling your hair and  squeezing your ass as he grunted, had your walls tightening. 

“Fuck, Hoseok, I’m going to cum soon,” You panted out. 

“Not yet baby,” Hoseok murmured throatily. “Hold out for me…” He took his hand off your ass and cracked down on it with a quick, demanding slap that had your skin tingling. 

“I’m going to cum,” Your voice came out as a desperate beg and Hoseok just moaned at your words, reaching in front of you to play with your clit. Your clit was swollen and the feeling of his fingertips against your sensitive bud had you hissing in for breath.  

“Ho-Ho-Hoseok,” you stammered out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continued fucking into you intensely. You felt like you were going to explode, you were on the verge of orgasming, of feeling satisfaction and release, and the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers desperately tapping against your swollen clit was pushing you to that limit.

“Please…” You panted in a choked voice as Hoseok pulled on your hair hard, leaning down to breathe into your ear.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me Y/N, that’s right, I want to feel you orgasm while your pretty pussy is wrapped around my cock.” His words came out husky and rapidfire and the sound of his voice mixed with his hard, dominating thrusts had you mewling out desperately as your eyes squeezed shut. Your body tensed and you felt your upper body fling forward against the desk as your core squeezed and released and your orgasm washed over your body like a tidal wave.

It was immense, and satisfying, and gratifying, and the release had you calling out his name, and God knows what else, you had no idea what you were saying, too wrapped up in the feeling of it. Your orgasm was intense and it rippled throughout you, ebbing stronger and stronger until finally it slowed. Hoseok slowed his thrusts, but arched his hips so he was still grinding himself deep inside of you, you could tell by the way his bicepts were shaking and the heaviness of his breath that he was close too.

You could barely concentrate, your eyes were still fluttering from the intensity of your orgasm and you were faintly aware of how hard he had fucked you, knowing you would be sore tomorrow. 

“Finish in me baby,” You panted out dazedly, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm begin to seep into you. “I came so hard for you, God you felt good Hobi… your cock makes me cum like nothing else, I swear. I’d do anything for it. To have you fuck my pussy, my mouth, my ass, anything you want it’s yours…” Your low, fevered words had Hoseok letting out a choked moan, his weakness was dirty talk and it always worked as he doubled over you, his legs shaking. 

“I’m, oh God, fuck, Y/N,” He chanted out. 

“Yep cum in me Hoseok, I want you to cum nice and hard deep in me so I can feel your cum inside of me all day…” He let out a choked moan and thrust into you with a last, sloppy push as he came inside of you. He flopped on top of you as his body trembled, letting out a long soft, satisfied moan.

You stayed there fro a moment, feeling his chest heave with each breath, you could still feel your post orgasm glow bouncing around inside of you. 

“You’re squishing me Hoseok,” You complained, giggling, as he got off of you. Hoseok lifted his body off of you and bent down to pull up his jeans before leaning against his desk to smile up at you. He was like sunshine when he was like this, post euphoric sex glow melting over his face, his hair falling into his eyes. He was beautiful, and he was yours.

“How are you feeling?” You sighed happily, as Hoseok bent down and passed you your blouse. You straightened your skirt and quickly did up the buttons on your top, before leaning into Hoseok’s torso. He wrapped an arm around your waist loosely, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

“Amazing,” Hoseok murmured into your hair. “Recharged, satisfied, no longer horny. I feel amazing.” 

You both chuckled at his words.

“Seriously though Y/N. This is the first time I’ve felt properly relaxed in a week.” Hoseok admitted. And you smiled up at him, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

He kissed you back, and you felt a second wave of arousal faintly stirring in between your legs.

You pulled away hastily, pointedly ignoring the raised eyebrow and smirk Hoseok had on his face.

“No round two,” You said firmly. Hoseok pouted, you continued to ignore him. “At least until you get more work done on your mixtape.”

You nodded at his computer, Hoseok followed your gaze.

“Okay... so if I get some work done, then maybe we’ll get freaky again?” He brandished his sentence with an overexaggerated wink and you laughed, reaching out to slap his chest playfully.

“Maybe,” You teased, glad to see lightness in Hoseok’s mood again. Hoseok waggled his eyebrows at you and rubbed his hands together, sitting back down on his chair and pulling out his notebook.

“How’s that for motivation,” He grinned up at you. “Although to be honest, I’ve been hit with a new wave of inspiration.”

“Good,” you smiled, before turning and heading to the small ensuite bathroom in his studio. After using the bathroom and cleaning yourself up, you walked back into the main room of his studio. You padded towards the small, overstuffed couch tucked away in the corner, flopping down onto it gratefully. 

You were tired after the sex and you could do with a quick post-sex nap. Your muscles were aching and you were already starting to feel sore from the rough fucking. On top of that, you could still feel Hoseok’s cum starting to drip out of you. It was definitely time for a post sex nap. Usually Hoesok joined you for those, there had been many times in the past that the two of you had curled up on this exact couch after studio sex. But not today. Today- Hoseok needed to work.

“You do your work, I’ll have a quick nap,” You announced, yawning.

Hobi just hummed out in agreement as you stretched your arms out, settling down into a horizontal position on his couch, tucking your legs underneath you comfortably. 

“Oh, and I ran into Yoongi on my way here and he mentioned something about getting kalbi and skewers for a late dinner later with his girlfriend too, which should be fun, don’t you think?” You added conversationally, glancing up when Hoseok didn’t reply. 

“Hobi-” You stopped talking. Hoseok was hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration, his hair was still damp with sweat and pushed off of his face with his cap again as he scribbled some words down on a scrap piece of paper on front of him. You watched him quietly for a moment, his eyes darting from the paper in front of him to the glow of the computer screen. Hoseok didn’t even notice your gaze, too lost in his own work.

You felt a swell of pride in your chest as you watched him work. You loved him, and you were so immensely proud of him. You silently vowed to yourself to tell him that, just as soon as you were finished with your nap. You yawned again, settling down as you watched Hoseok nod in satisfaction as he wrote something down, a big grin on his face. You could watch him like this forever, focused on his work, passionate about what he was doing .

You smiled softly you watched him. And right up until your eyes fell shut and sleep over took you, you thought to yourself that you really did love Jung Hoseok. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his mixtape was going to be incredible.

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Who We Are (5/?)

Author: @wordsintimeandspace Pairing: fem!Ten/Rose (AU) Summary: When her 18th birthday and with that the appearance of her soulmark approaches, Rose is sure that it will only confirm Jimmy Stone as her soulmate. The realization that it’s not him turns her life upside down, especially when she meets Jane Smith, also known as the Doctor, only a few weeks later. Rating: Teen Words: ~3500 Notes: Beta’ed by @asmilelikestarlight, thank you! <3 The title of this story was inspired by the song Who We Are by Allison Weiss - I think the lyrics fit really well to the last bit of this chapter and the following ones (probably two more coming!), so give it a listen if you want to :)

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Jane yawned for the third time in only five minutes and Rose rolled her eyes at her. Not that Jane could see it, with Rose splayed out on her bed, looking up towards her bright pink walls, while Jane was in her own flat at the other side of London.

“Go to bed already,” Rose said into the phone. “We can talk more tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jane let out a noise of protest in the back of her throat. “I’m fine,” she said. “And I still need to grade some papers.”

“What? Did I keep you from work?” Rose frowned. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“No, no,” Jane said quickly. “You’re not. Well, I guess technically you are, but I don’t mind. I wanted to talk to you. Grading can wait a bit.”

“That “bit” lasted already two hours,” Rose teased with a glance to the clock. She had called Jane around eight, and now it was nearly ten. Talking to Jane was so easy as if they’d known each other for years, so she hadn’t really noticed how time flew by.

“Well, you just said earlier that I like to babble. You really shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I’m not,” Rose grinned. “And I’m not complaining. This is nice.”

“Yes, it is,” Jane said, her voice warm and full of affection. It only made Rose’s smile wider.

Jane let out another yawn before she could continue. “Oh, blimey. I think I need some coffee.”

“What you need is sleep,” Rose protested. “I can tell you’re exhausted and I’m not even in the same room as you.”

“Well, yes. Didn’t sleep well last night. Or this week,” Jane mumbled, her voice slurring a little. The admission surprised Rose. Jane and her had been talking nearly every evening in the past two weeks since Rose moved back to the Powell Estate, but this was the first time she had mentioned any troubles to sleep. Rose only counted that as another sign of her exhaustion. It was clearly a slip, nothing that Jane would have admitted if she wasn’t dead on her feet.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?” Rose asked, suddenly concerned.

“I’m always all right,” Jane said after a short pause. “Just stressed at work with this stupid deadline. I hope I can finish the last experiments for the paper tomorrow.”

“Just don’t forget to take care of yourself, all right?” Rose asked, biting her bottom lip. She wasn’t convinced by Jane’s explanation. “Or I’ll have to come over and make you.”

Jane laughed. “If that’s supposed to be a threat it’s not working.”

Rose smiled. “Try to get some sleep anyways, okay?” she said quietly after a few seconds of silence.

Jane let out a long sigh. “I- I’ll try, all right? Look, I should probably get to work so I can get to bed before midnight.”

Rose frowned, surprised by the sudden change of direction. She had the feeling that Jane was trying to avoid this conversation, but somehow Rose doubted that pressing her on that matter would work. She’d already learned that much about Jane in the past weeks.

“Okay,” Rose finally said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Rose Tyler. Sleep tight.”

Despite everything, Rose smiled at the warmth in Jane’s voice. “G’night,” she said softly, and they finally hung up. Lost in thought, Rose stared at the screen of her phone for a while longer. She couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was wrong. She finally threw her phone aside with a sigh. Even more than in the past days, she wished to be at Jane’s side, just to make sure the other woman really was okay and managed to get some sleep. With Jane’s busy schedule they hadn’t seen each other since Rose had moved, and although they talked nearly every day Rose missed her. Missed seeing her smile, instead of just hearing it in Jane’s voice. Missed her arms around her, holding her close in an embrace. Missed the sight of her lips that were slowly but surely sneaking into Rose’s dreams, teasing and tempting-

Rose groaned, pressing her face into her pillow. She shouldn’t be having these trains of thought, not when she still wasn’t sure what was going on with Jane. But there was nothing she could do, not tonight. With a sigh, Rose dragged herself out of bed to make a cup of tea. There was no way she could fall asleep right now.

~~~

The next evening, just after Rose had come home from work and settled down on the couch, the doorbell rang. She looked up in confusion. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and even if Jackie had forgotten her keys, she wouldn’t finish work for another hour.

When she opened the door, Jack Harkness was beaming down at her.

“Jack?” she asked in surprise, but he only grinned.

“Rose!” he exclaimed. “Good to see you again. I was just in the neighbourhood and wondered if you’d fancy a drink.”

“Um, what?” Rose shook her head. “Sorry, what’re you doing here?”

“Asking you to join me for a drink. Please?”

Rose frowned, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. She still didn’t know Jack, not really. She appreciated everything he had done for her, but that day had been the only time she’d met him.

“Why would you do that?” she asked carefully.

Jack smiled, wide and disarming. “We didn’t really get a chance to talk last time, didn’t we? Just thought we could have a bit of a drink and a chat. You know, getting to know each other. Completely harmless. I promise to be a gentleman.” He winked and Rose laughed.

“All right,” she finally said, smiling. “I could do with some chips.”

“Perfect! Let’s go get some chips and a pint.”

Rose quickly grabbed her jacket and purse before they made their way down to the local pub. It was busy when they got there, but they managed to snatch a small table in the corner, a few feet away from the hustle around the bar. Rose sat down and Jack dashed to the counter, promising to bring chips and two beers in a minute.

A while later, Rose happily munched on her vinegar soaked chips while Jack took a long sip of his lager. He set the glass down on the table and snatched a couple of chips off her plate.

“So, how are you doing?” he finally asked, turning towards her as he popped a chip into his mouth.

Rose chewed, taking some time to come up with an answer. She finally shrugged. “I’m good, I think. I need some time to get used to living with my mum again. God, she can drive me up the walls sometimes. But…” She smiled as she raised her gaze toward Jack’s. “It’s definitely better than before. I’m glad I’m out of there.”

Jack smiled, his shoulders sagging in relief. “That’s good to hear. He didn’t try to contact you again?”

“Nope. I think you scared him off the last time.”

“It was a pleasure,” Jack said, the smile turning into a proud grin. “Anytime, really.”

Rose laughed. “Let’s hope that won’t be necessary, yeah?”

“Of course. Also if you and Jane…”

Jack trailed off and Rose’s heart stuttered in her chest. She gulped down the lump in her throat.

“Yeah?” she asked, prompting Jack to continue while she tried to ignore the blood rushing in her ears. Somehow she had the feeling that this was exactly what Jack had originally wanted to talk about.

“You and Jane are soulmates?” Jack finally asked. It was more a statement than a question. He already knew the answer.

Rose nervously shifted in her seat, picking at the paper in the basket of chips in front of her. Her appetite was suddenly gone.

“What did Jane tell you?” she asked carefully without meeting Jack’s gaze.

“She didn’t tell me anything.”

“What, really?”

Jack let out a long sigh.

“A few weeks ago, she turned up at my doorstep at 3am, completely pissed. She was a mess. Didn’t want to tell me what happened, but she eventually said she met her soulmate and things didn’t go well. And then you turn up all of a sudden, breaking up with your boyfriend who claims that it’s because of your soulmate. Who isn’t him, obviously. Would have surprised me if he was, considering what an ass he is.”

Rose’s lips curled up, just for a second before Jack continued.

“That doesn’t leave many options. I can put one and one together.”

Sitting back in her seat, Rose wrapped her arms around herself.

“Yeah, she’s my soulmate,” she finally said, her voice quiet. It was the first time she said these words out loud, and no matter how good it felt to bring this sentence over her lips, it still terrified her. She rushed to explain. “I was still with Jimmy when we met. Just got my soulmark a while earlier, and I really thought it would be Jimmy ever since I met him.”

“So you… what? Rejected her?”

Rose ran a hand through her hair, struggling for words.

“Jack, what are we doing here?” she finally asked instead of answering the question. The answer was obvious anyways. “Do you want to tell me off because I hurt her? I know I did, and I regret it so much. I already apologized to her and that’s the best I can do.”

“That was not what I was trying to do,” Jack said, his voice gentle. “Although I’m glad that you two already talked about it. That’s not one of Jane’s greatest talents.”

“What, talking?” Rose smiled. “I feel like you can barely shut her up sometimes.”

“That’s true, but she doesn’t talk about things that matter. About her feelings. She’s awful at that.”

“Yeah, okay. I already gathered that. Is she… is she okay at the moment?”

Jack frowned, taking another gulp of his drink. “I don’t know. That’s something you should ask her.”

“God, I just- I still feel so awful about what happened. She says it’s all right but I don’t think it is.” Rose let out a shuddering breath. “You must hate me for what I did to her.”

“I don’t,” Jack insisted. “Seriously. I sort of… understand.”

Rose looked up, confused.

“What do you mean?”

Jack looked at her for a long moment.

“Rose, when was the first time you realized you were attracted to women?” he finally asked.

Rose nearly choked on her drink, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I… I’m…” she started before trailing off. Jack have her a sympathetic smile.

“I would guess you haven’t really considered it before your soulmark appeared, right?” he asked and Rose shook her head.

“No,” she said quietly. “I mean, I was together with Jimmy, so I never looked at anyone else. Not really. I guess I did notice other girls from time to time, but I never understood how I felt, you know? And then I met Jane and it just became so obvious.”

She flushed bright red, her heart hammering in her chest.

“When I was fifteen,” Jack started suddenly. “There was an exchange student from Spain at our school. Alonso, his name was. I ran into him just by accident in the hallway and immediately fell in love.”

“What?” Rose finally looked up, confused.

“At that age, I was still figuring things out for me. I already knew I was attracted to girls, so feeling the same things for a boy surprised the hell out of me.”

Rose blinked, trying to catch up with what he was saying. Jack gave her a soft smile.

“Rose, what I’m trying to say is that I know how you feel. It can be surprising, confusing, and probably a little scary. So I understand why you would react that way when you met Jane. Especially when you were still with Jimmy.”

Relief flooded Rose and she finally managed to smile back. “Yeah, it was kinda scary,” she admitted. “Still is, to be honest. I have no idea what everyone is going to say. My mum, my friends…”

“They’ll come round, I’m sure.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. Hell, after all the names she called Jimmy the other day I’m sure your mother will welcome anyone else at your side with open arms. Even if it’s an alien. And if not… you know we’re always here to support you, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” Rose said, smiling up at him. “Thank you. Really, that means a lot.”

Jack grinned.

“Of course. And Rose- it may be scary at first, but I know you’re brave. And it’s all worth it. I promise.”

~~~

Their conversation eventually turned towards lighter topics. They stayed at the pub until it was late, laughing and chatting. Rose quickly grew fond of Jack. He was as flirty as he’d been when they first met, but he obviously knew where the boundaries were and it helped Rose to feel comfortable around him. When they left, it was already dark outside. Jack insisted to walk her back to the flat, despite her protests that she was used to being out at night. Jack accompanied her until they reached her flat, and after he was sure that she was safe inside he said goodbye for the night.

Rose lingered in the open doorway for a second, exchanging a few last words with him before he left and she let the door fall shut. When she entered the living room, Jackie was watching her carefully. She immediately turned the volume of the TV lower as Rose sat down beside her.

“Was that Jack?” Jackie asked, a curious tone in her voice that made Rose squirm in her seat. She knew what would come next.

“Yep,” she said, running a hand through her hair and keeping her eyes fixed on the TV. “What’re you watching?”

“Oh, don’t distract me now,” Jackie protested, turning off the TV before she fully turned towards Rose. “Is that him, then? Your soulmate?”

Rose froze on the couch, unable to say anything for a second.

“I know, you still didn’t tell me and I’m trying not to be insulted by that, but you can’t expect that I don’t notice your soulmark when we are living under the same roof,” Jackie said. “Why can’t you just tell me? No reason to be embarrassed. He seems nice. Handsome too.”

“It’s not-” Rose started, her voice breaking. “It’s not him, okay?”

Jackie looked stunned for a second, but then she drew her eyebrows together. “Then who is it? You met him, didn’t you? I thought that was what this whole fuss with Jimmy was about.”

Rose gulped, nervously picking at her nails without meeting her mother’s gaze. She took in a shuddering breath, thinking back to what Jack had told her. Surely Jackie would accept the truth, given some time. And she didn’t want to hide, not anymore.

“It’s Jane,” she finally said quietly, her heart beating so loudly against her ribs that she was sure Jackie could hear it. It was the only thing Rose could focus on in the few seconds of silence that followed. She held her breath, gripping the edge of the seat.

“But.. Jane? Are you sure?”

“Course I am,” Rose said, a lump in her throat. Tears stung in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Oh,” Jackie said, in a tone Rose didn’t recognize. She was silent for another moment, apparently too stunned to say anything at all. Rose felt was if her chest was contracting, making it impossible to get enough air into her lungs, until Jackie finally continued. “Well, she’s nice, isn’t she? And a doctor!”

Rose sucked in a shuddering breath, a mix between a laugh and a sob. When she finally looked up, there wasn’t a hint of disapproval in Jackie’s features - only surprise and curiosity.

“You don’t mind that she’s-” she started, but her voice broke before she could finish the sentence.

“What? Oh! No, Rose, of course not.” Jackie looked at her, her eyes full of sympathy, and that was the last bit that made Rose’s tears spill over. She let out a sob and Jackie scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her and holding her close.

“Sweetheart, I don’t mind who you fall in love with, man or woman, as long as they make you happy,” Jackie said.

Rose curled into her mother’s side, sniffling. Relief coursed through her, making her feel light and dizzy.

“She does make you happy, doesn’t she?” Jackie asked softly, rubbing Rose’s arm to provide comfort.

“She’s- well, we’re not exactly together, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Rose mumbled and Jackie scoffed.

“You don’t need to be together to answer that question, do you?”

Rose smiled against Jackie’s shoulder.

“Yeah, she does make me happy.”

“Good. If not I’m having words with her! Don’t you think I wouldn’t just because she’s a girl.”

Rose finally pulled back, wiping the tears of her cheeks. She rolled her eyes at Jackie’s comment. “Don’t scare her off, will you?” she complained.

Jackie narrowed her eyes at her. “So what’s been going on with you two then?” she asked. “If you aren’t together?”

Rose sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“You know I was still with Jimmy when we met. To say that we had a bit of a bumpy start is probably an understatement.”

“Yes, but what about now? Don’t try to convince me that you don’t want to be with her, because I’ve seen the way you looked at each other when you said goodbye the other day. I just didn’t get it then.”

“Dunno. It’s complicated, isn’t it?” Rose sighed. “I needed a bit of time to understand how I feel.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. She got up, collecting her mug of tea and a plate from the coffee table. “You had some time. And there’s not much to think about, isn’t it? She’s your soulmate! Really, you should ask her out,” she called over her shoulder.

“What?” Rose looked up in surprise.

“Ask her out. Go on a date, see a movie or get chips or something like that.” Jackie went into the kitchen, and Rose was left in stunned silence. But Jackie was right. There was not much to think about. There was no denying how she felt about Jane, not anymore. She knew she was falling hard and fast for the other woman. And if she was lucky, Jane would still want to be with her, regardless of how their first meeting went.

Biting her nails, Rose finally shot up and fled into her room. She slammed the door shut and took a few deep breaths, trying to find the courage she needed. She paced the small room before she finally sat on the bed and pulled out her mobile. There was one missed text from Jane, sent only ten minutes ago - Jane was finally home from the lab. Rose let out a breath in relief. That meant she was still awake.

Rose quickly dialed her number before her courage left her. Despite her nervousness, she could only smile when Jane answered.

“Rose Tyler!” Jane exclaimed, happy and excited.

“Hey,” Rose grinned. “How’re you? Finally done with your experiments?”

“Yep,” Jane said, popping the p at the end of the word. “Took a bit longer than expected, but we got all the data we need for now.”

“Good. So are you finally taking a break now?” Rose teased.

“You sound like my supervisor,” Jane scoffed, but the tone in her voice was still light and humorous. “But yes, I will. There’s nothing urgent that needs to be done in the next week.”

Rose grinned, excitement bubbling inside her. “Perfect. So you’re taking the weekend off?”

“I suppose,” Jane said slowly. “Why are you asking?”

Rose fiddled with the strap of her hoodie and took a deep breath. “I just thought, maybe you want to meet up?” she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from shaking.

“Oh, yes. Sure!” Jane immediately sounded excited and Rose let out a breath in relief. “Sounds great,” Jane continued. “What do you have in mind? Maybe the pub, we could ask Jack to come along…?”

“No!” Rose exclaimed quickly before she could stop herself. “Sorry. I just thought it could be the two of us. You know. As in… a date.”

She held her breath as soon as the last word left her lips. Jane let out a laugh at the other end of the line.

“Rose Tyler, I’d love to go on a date,” she said, her voice full of awe and anticipation. Rose couldn’t keep the huge grin off her face. “And I know just the place,” Jane continued, sounding just the slightest bit smug. “There’s something I want to show you”

“Okay,” Rose said, a bit perplexed. “Where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you! It’s gonna be a surprise. I mean, if that’s all right with you.” Jane suddenly sounded nervous.

“Yes, it’s perfect,” Rose said, reassuring her. Her lips curled into a soft smile. In the end, it didn’t matter where they were going. Wherever Jane was planning to go, Rose would gladly take her hand and follow, as long as Jane was at her side.

[slooowhands]

plots plots plots plots

ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.”

2. where these tWO PEOPLE ARE HOUSE MATES OR ROOM MATES, OR I DONT KNOW!! THEY JUST LIVE TOGETHER!! and muse a is a smug a-hole. they’re so cocky, and so confident, and they’re kind of a nuisance, but they also have a lot of redeeming qualities. they’re truly a chaotic neutral. but they also have a heart of gold truly they just don’t show it a lot.. until

muse b. who is a shy little nobody. works hard, puts their nose down and studies through all the chaos. basically wears flower crowns and smiles at people just because. and muse a is immediately drawn to muse b and their wholly good nature.

so what does muse a do? what they always do. flirt. and its worth it to see muse b get all flustered and unsure, because muse b is a good sweet nobody!! what is happening!! but god muse a is hot, and so confident that it makes muse b get all hot under the collar, secretly.

cue, muse b walking in on muse a hooking up with someone. and muse a doesn’t even stop, they just smile and grin at muse b as they get all flustered. muse a just keeps showing off, by walking around the house naked. or moaning extra loud at night. they’re baiting muse b. and muse b ??? yeah… they’re losing the battle. even though muse b knows muse a is a player … but then, maybe when they finally do get together, muse a is actually this super sweet, caring, ‘are you sure?’ ‘is this okay?’ sorta person and they’re both hEART EYES.

3. okay but give me a plot where the guy knocks up this girl (maybe it was a one-night-stand or they’re fwb or they’ve been dating for a really short time) and they both decide that it’s best if they stay friends, then he sleeps around a lil and doesn’t really care but when he hears that she’s going on dates he stops and starts to get jealous and he’s all “um no other man is getting near my baby” and ???

4. Based off remember me:

muse a is a smug, know-it-all college dropout that works in the bookstore and audits classes purely to learn and show off his intelligence to unprepared professors. because of a troubled past and broken relationship with his parents, he becomes the cliche bad boy, doing drugs, smoking, drinking, etc. one night while out with his roommate, muse a gets into a fight in an alleyway behind a bar with a few random drunk guys that gets quickly broken up by the police. The chief of police pays special attention to muse a after he makes a few smart comments and makes sure to leave him with a black eye. The next day muse a and his roommate see the chief's car pull up to the university. before they could run away, they see a girl (muse b) , around their age, get out of the passenger side. Muse a’s roommate immediately hatches a plan for muse a to seduce muse b, make her fall in love with him, then dump her, breaking her heart and getting back at her father. Muse a agrees and quickly makes a move on muse b. Everything seems to be according to plan, but muse a starts to realize that muse b is actually making him a better person and for once he feels genuine happiness. muse a decided to ditch the plan for revenge and decided to pursue a genuine relationship with muse b. But what happens when muse b wants to introduce muse a to her father?

5. Based off of carolina- harry styles:

Muse a is an aspiring [actress/singer/songwriter/dancer.. etc] that moves from south carolina to los angeles after her grandma encourages her to pursue her dreams before it’s too late. as muse a starts to adapt to her new life in l.a, her friends decide to set her up on a blind date just for fun. when muse a shows up, she realizes that her blind date is none other than muse b, a famous heartthrob singer living in l.a as he finishes his latest album. muse b is instantly fascinated by muse a, she was down to earth, outgoing, and she hardly knew anything about him, which was rare for him. the night goes well, but muse a tells muse b that she’s not looking for a serious relationship, especially with such a public figure, resulting in the date to be their last. but this single encounter inspires muse b to write a song about muse a, confessing his feelings for her to the world. months later, muse a wakes up one morning to shouting outside of her window as well as hundreds of notifications on her phone, linking to her several articles pinning her muse b’s new “mystery girl”. muse a decides to track down muse b to confront him about the song, but as they meet again, muse b makes it clear his feelings still remain, while muse a has already moved on to another man.

6.

i don’t know if it’s been done but how about the complete fuckboy who is so used to routine. he picks up who he wants, it’ll be easy and if he’s lucky they’ll put up a challenge but they end up in the alley or in the men’s room and he always has the courtesy of kissing them goodbye and never seeing them again. and it’s like every saturday, he’s at the bar and he spots a pretty girl and she looks the perfect amount of innocent (he’s not up for a challenge tonight)  but theres a bit of banter going and eventually she ends up in the backseat of his Jeep and when they’re done he’s leans in with a grin, memorised almost like a catchphrase, “thanks for the great sex babe” to kiss her goodbye but she turns her cheek at the last minute, offers him a sweet smile “cute. that was great sex for you?” and just like that the fuck boy’s been fucked and she’s smoothing her skirt down and disappearing out of the backseat and he needs to find her again, needs to prove her wrong and it’s almost obsessive the way he needs her and suddenly hes just like one of the many girls that chase after him following a mediocre one night stand.  

7. 

a “i’m getting married next week to a girl i’m not even sure i love but hey at least my brother is throwing a kick ass bachelor party for me!!!! this stripper giving me a lapdance right now kinda looks a lot like my high school sweetheart that i havent seen in years — holy shit wait its her” plot !!!!!1!

8.

muse a (19-22) is a photography college student in manhattan, and muse b (23-25) lives in the upper east side where he works with his dad in their big real estate company. muse a always puts her work first, and thinks she doesn’t have time for relationships in this stage in her life, but she still gets hers ya feel, and is used to guys trying to tie her down. muse b spends all of his time being an irresponsible rich brat, he goes from girl to girl, never wanting to commit to anyone. one day muse a is asked to take pictures of muse b’s building, and he meets her there to let her into the apartment. muse a’s beauty and confident demeanor instantly draws muse b in and so instead of leaving after he let her into the apartment, he hangs around and they get to talking and then bam they’re having sex on the floor. they exchange numbers and it’s a pretty casual thing, muse a will call muse b up at 3am, they’d have sex, maybe get some food or talk a bit, but that’d be it, until muse a’s lack of interest for something more from muse b makes him want something more from her. but what if muse a truly doesn’t feel the same way?? and if she does, what if muse b’s parents don’t approve of a non-socialite girl???

9. so like i really want a plot for a couple that’s abusive on both sides and just have angst all over the damn place. like they’re both insecure, possessive, easily jealous, and easily offended. like they’ll be out on a date or something and a boy would just look at her and he would basically kick the guys ass while she tried to pull him away and then they’d go back home later and he just you liked the way he looked at you didn’t you and then they’d fuck. and and she would visit him at school or work or something and she’d see him just talking to another girl and basically try to kick her ass but he pulls her away and she’d grill him on who she was and just tell him to fuck himself and storm off. but they’d also have their really cute moments like he’d sing her to sleep and she’d surprise him in the morning by cooking breakfast and they’d build blanket forts and play the floor is lava in their little apartment and just im b e g g i n g. 

10. ok but how angsty would a plot be where muse a and muse b are best friends and have been for their entire life and there’s always been this sexual tension neither wanted to admit until one night they both get a little drunk and hook up but a week or two passes and muse a finds out she’s pregnant with muse b’s baby and she doesn’t know how to even bring it up with muse b and it’d be so good bc there’s so many different ways u can go with this 

11.okay but forbidden relationship plot where muse a is in a band and there’s a clear rule of not getting involved with anyone’s sibling bc cant disrespect bro code man cmoN!!!! but obvs muse b walks in and she’s muse c’s (npc) little sister and she instantly hits it off with muse a which earns him hella stern looks from muse c and warning lectures like yo thats my kid sister better stay away but they have rlly rlly good chemistry and they can’t really stay away so they have to try rlly hard to keep their relationship hella lowkey bc her brother can’t find out and neither can the public bc obvious reasons???? and like the only time they can ever be alone and do whatever they want is in their hotel room when she visits bc they don’t want to raise suspicion in public and there are so many rumors of muse a going out and about with some other girl and just so much angsT???

12. 

muse a and muse b were high school sweethearts, during senior year, muse a found out that she was pregnant, it was two months before graduation but they figured out how to keep it as a secret. having an athletic scholarship in one of the top university in the city, muse b knows that it would harm his chances for going to a nice college but he loves muse a and was ready to sacrifice everything for her but it was muse a who wasn’t ready and decided to leave him without even saying goodbye. fast forward four years, muse b just signed a contract to be a professional athlete and muse a is a single mom juggling going to university and taking care of their daughter, they met by accident in the hospital when their daughter got sick and he was there for a charity event. 

13. i want a plot where a fan sneaks into a concert by claiming s/he’s one of the band member’s girlfriends (or boyfriends) and the security asks the band member and they’re like yeah we’re dating even though they’re noT AND THEY BECOME LIKE A GROUPIE AND HOOK UP BACKSTAGE OKand then they exchange phone numbers and while the band is on tour they keep talking for a while and actually start some kind of long distance relationship or friendship or something

14. Character A has been the perfect child all of her life, never earning anything lower than a B on her report card. She rarely went to parties, and when she did, she was seen as the DD because she didn’t drink. Her parents couldn’t have been more proud when she was accepted to Columbia University, the college that they had always dreamt of their child going to. She, on the other hand, is only going to please them. She doesn’t want to be a lawyer, nor does she want to go to Columbia. She just can’t bear to let the two people that care and love her the most down. Character B doesn’t have any plans for college. In fact, he doesn’t think he’s ever going to go to college at all. He’s always been the life of the party, and everyone sees him as a fun guy. His mother abandoned him when he was a child, and his dad works two jobs to put food on the table. He understands that college is out of the picture — at least for now. He wants to take his beaten up truck and travel around the country for a year, earning experiences that may help him in the future, but he doesn’t want to go alone.Character A and Character B have been friends since Kindergarden, and she was always the one to settle him down when he got too wild. He, on the other hand, always helped her break out of her shell. They are the perfect pair, and they always have been, but sometimes, they argue a lot more than anyone should.The night after their high school graduation, Character B asks Character A to accompany him on his journey. She thinks he’s crazy. In her mind, Columbia is where she needs to be, and if she skips out on it, her parents will never forgive her. Eventually, he convinces her to skip town with him. Before they leave, Character A drains the bank account that hold all of her college fund.

15. 

what about a plot where muse a is the shy kinda girl who reads all day and kinda just is a bookworm who always stutters and avoids any socializing really until muse b moves in next door, and he’s loud and always playing music, or evens sometimes making his own and when muse a goes and tries to tell him to quiet down some she’s instantly even more nervous seeing how attractive he is and muse b being the cocky asshole that we all know everyone adores is automatically just in a trance because of her somewhat innocent nature and then muse b begins being extremely loud almost every day just for muse a to come over and yell for him to quiet down and he’d just stand there wiTH A SMIRK PLAYING ON HIS LIPS BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO LIKE RUIN HER BUT HE LOVES THE INNOCENT VIBE AND ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS WIPE THE COCKY SMIRK OFF HIS LIPS AND PROVE HERSELF TO HIM AND PFSFSD

16. 

I WANT A PLOT KIND OF BASED OFF ’WHATS YOUR NUMBER?’ WHERE MUSE A HAS JUST MOVED INTO THE APARTMENT AND MUSE B LIVES ACROSS FROM THEM AND ALWAYS HAS A GIRL OVER AND THEY ARE ALWAYS SO LOUD, LIKE WHEN MUSE A IS TRYING TO STUDY SHE WILL HEAR THE GIGGLES AND THE VOICES AND THE BED CREAKING AND SHE IS VERY FLUSTERED AND AWKWARD BUT SHE GETS MORE AND MORE ANGRY AND THEN ONE DAY MUSE A IS RUNNING LATE AND RUNS INTO MUSE B AND GETS ALL FLUSTERED AND THINKS THEY’RE CUTE AS HELLA AND THEN SEES MUSE B GO INTO THEIR OWN ROOM AND MUSE A MAKES THE CONNECTION LIKE ‘OH MY GOD THEY ARE ALWAYS HAVING SEX AND ARE SO LOUD’ AND MUSE A TRIES NOT TO THINK ABOUT THEM OR HOW THEY ARE IN BED AND THEN ONE DAY WHEN MUSE A IS LEAVING THE APARTMENT AND THEY FLIRT WITH MUSE B AND A GIRL COMES OUT OF MUSE B’S APARTMENT HALF NAKED AND MUSE A JUST SHUTS DOWN AND THE GIRL GETS ALL ANGRY AND DEFENSIVE WITH MUSE B AND CLAIMS THAT THEY DIDN’T KNOW THEY HAD A GF/BF AND MUSE B GETS CONFUSED AND WATCHES THE GIRL RUN OFF AND MUSE A FEELS BAD FOR MAKING THEM RUN AWAY BUT MUSE B IS LIKE 'ITS OKAY, I WAS TRYING TO GET RID OF THEM FOR AGES’ AND THEN IT SPARKS THE IDEA THAT IF MUSE B KEEPS IT DOWN MUSE A WILL COME OVER IN THE MORNINGS AND PRETEND TO BE THE GIRLFRIEND TO GET THE GIRLS TO LEAVE BECAUSE MUSE B DOESNT DO RELATIONSHIPS.CUE BOTH OF THEM BEING AWKWARD AND GOOFY AND BECOMING FRIENDS AND MUSE B BEGINNING TO BLOW OFF HAVING SEX WITH OTHER GIRLS IN ORDER TO JUST HANG WITH MUSE A AND MUSE A BEGINNING TO REALLY NOT LIKE WALKING IN AND GETTING GIRLS TO LEAVE MUSE B’S APARTMENT BECAUSE MAYBE THEY WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE IN MUSE B’S APARTMENT

17. 

Muse A is a wealthy CEO who runs their own fortune 500 company in a bustling city. Muse A is in their 30s and has been married to their college sweetheart for 12 years, though the passion between them has long since fizzled out. Muse B is a 20-something, fresh out of college, possessing a business degree and needing to get their foot in the door of the business world. Muse B is lucky enough to be hired by Muse A’s firm and becomes Muse A’s personal assistant/secretary. Muse A and Muse B exchange pleasantries from day to day, but don’t socialize much beyond the details of their business together. One evening, Muse B gets a call from Muse A asking a favor. Muse A must go to a charity gala and their spouse is not able to attend; they want Muse B to attend the event with them. Muse B is flattered and agrees to go for the sake of not letting their boss down. Muse A sends a private car for Muse B along with an expensive outfit for them to wear. When Muse B arrives at the gala, they are blown away by the elegant venue. Champagne is flowing freely and Muse A looks attractive as ever in formal wear. Throughout the evening, Muse A reveals a playful, charming side to Muse B that they don’t get to see in the office. Muse A is flirtatious even, lightly touching the small of Muse B’s back, sliding their arm around Muse B’s shoulder, complimenting Muse B in front of business associates. Muse B knows that they shouldn’t read to heavily into Muse A’s flirtation, because Muse A is married and they work together, but it’s difficult not to get swept up.When the gala is over, Muse A insists that they retire to the hotel room they’ve reserved upstairs until they’ve sobered up some. Muse B agrees to stay and the pair takes the elevator up to a penthouse suite, the likes of which Muse B has only seen on luxury blogs and in travel magazines. Fueled by a mutual attraction and champagne, Muse A makes a bold move on Muse B, crossing professional and marital lines. Muse B feels guilty the next morning, knowing that Muse A is married, but the attraction between boss and employee can no longer be ignored. Over the course of the following weeks, Muse A and Muse B embark on a secret affair; sharing intimate moments between business meetings,  going away on overnight  “business trips” together, indulging in private shopping sprees with Muse B’s platinum card.  

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someone give me a plot where muse a is living in this nyc apartment complex, and the apartment across the hall from her has always been empty, until one day she finally sees someone moving in. she introduces herself to the guy moving in, muse b, and is immediately attracted to him. before long, they end up going on a few dates, although muse b is hesitant at first, and at the end of the third date, muse a tries to invite muse b into her apartment for the night, but he declines. she’s confused and initially embarrassed, until he tells her that she should come into his apartment, because he has something to show her. they walk in and there’s a teenage girl on the couch. muse a is extremely confused now, especially when muse b introduces the girl as the babysitter. it isn’t until a tiny little two-year-old comes toddling around the corner that she realizes that muse b is a single father.