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[fvrewvrks]

“so we’re neighbors and im a philosophical guy that likes to contemplate life’s mysteries and doesn’t smile a lot and you live next to me and wear pink sweaters and say hi too loudly when we’re doing laundry together and one mystery i cant solve is why you’re so cheerful all. the. time. so when i see you crying in the hallway, i have to stop and ask ugh you look cute with a red nose too” 

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bcddays·:

                                        a  toxic  boy  with  a  masters  degree  in  manipulation  .  nami  was  fantastic  at  faking  ,  but  at  his  very  core  many  would  decide  there  was  nothing  there  ,  no  feelings  towards  the  people  around  them  and  purely  a  sickening  satisfaction  in  having  power  over  everyone  around  him  .  he  had  fucked  river  over  time  and  time  again  ,  but  there  was  a  difference  in  their  bond  than  any  nami  had  come  across  in  the  past  .  that  being  his  inability  to  let  river  go  .  god  ,  he  truly  wished  he  could  ,  the  late  night  stabbings  of  guilt  blossoming  in  his  chest  when  he  remembered  all  the  things  he  had  done  to  the  poor  boy  ,  but  he  also  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  river  likes  it  this  way  or  if  he  cares  about  nami  enough  that  he’s  willing  to  put  up  with  all  of  his  bullshit  with  the  hope  that  one  day  nami  will  finally  stop  fucking  around  and  let  the  two  of  them  be  together .  

                                           they  know  each  other  a  little  too  well   ,  that  much  is  obvious  .  river  is  well  accustomed  to  a  majority  of  nami’s  tricks  ,  though  tears  were  always  the  go  to  way  for  nami  to  soften  river  without  being  questioned  .  he  doesn’t  have  to  make  up  a  story  because  he  knows  river  won’t  ask  ,  and  even  when  he  does  express  some  sort  of  acknowledgement  to  them  ,  nami’s  half  hearted  explanations  are  accepted  with  ease  .  “  you  say  that  like  i  wanted  to  walk  in  on  you  balls  deep  .  i’m  totally  traumatized  now  ,   ”  nami  responses  with  a  crinkle  of  his  nose  .  “  i  just  wanted  to  see  you  ,  and  felix  texted  me  and  said  he  was  out  so  i  thought  it’d  be  fine  to  come  .  .  .  say  hi  .  it  was  totally  innocent  .  your  constant  need  to  fuck  someone  totally  slipped  my  mind  ,  seriously   .  “  okay  ,  so  there’s  a  chance  his  defensiveness  is  almost  completely  giving  him  away  ,  but  there’s  a  part  of  him  that  wants  to  be  honest  ,  admit  that  felix  telling  him  river  had  been  with  one  boy  more  than  once  was  making  him  feel  sick  to  his  stomach  ,  restless  with  the  thought  of  being  replaced  consuming  his  every  second  until  he  had  no  choice  but  to  intervene  .  still  ,  the  two  of  them  most  certainly   have  one  thing  in  common  :  an  inability  to  express  their  true  feelings  .  

                                             “  you’re  actually  out  of  your  mind  if  you  think  me  coming  here  was  because  i  don’t  want  you  to  get  off  .  if  i  tried  to  stop  you  every  time  you  fucked  someone  other  than  me  i’d  never  have  the  time  to  do  anything  on  my  own  .  if  anything  you  should  be  thanking  me  for  accidentally  barging  in  on  your  sexcapades  because  that  guy  seemed  totally  boring  .  not  nearly  pretty  enough  for  you  ,  either  .  “  because  what  was  nami  if  he  wasn’t  making  off  handed  comments  about  others  in  an  effort  to  remind  river  that  nami  was  the  best  boy  he  could  ever  choose  .  “  you’re  a  bottom  ,  “  nami  reiterates  ,  taking  a  step  closer  to  the  bed�� .  “  live  a  lie  all  you’d  like  ,  but  we  both  know  you  like  being  the  good  boy  . “  there’s  warmth  in  his  chest  when  eye  contact  is  finally  made  ,  and  brief  hesitation  ,  before  finally  bending  down  ,  hand  moving  to  brush  river’s  hair  back  .  “  or  you  just  like  being  my  good  boy  ,  which  i  guess  i’m  fine  with  .  “  he  waits  a  moment  before  a  whine  falls  past  his  lips  ,  impatient  with  waiting  .  “  scoot  over  ,  “  he  finally  gets  out  ,  pushing  river  over  a  bit  before  he’s  getting  into  bed  beside  him  ,  not  asking  for  permission  as  he  throws  an  arm  around  his  chest  and  buries  his  face  into  river’s  pillow  .  

                                            “  ugh  ,  gross  ,  “  he  complains  ,  voice  muffled  by  the  pillow  before  he’s  finally  lifting  his  head  with  a  look  of  nothing  short  of  pure  disgust  .  “  your  bed  smells  gross  ,  riv  .  “  not  like  river  ,  but  an  unfamiliar  smell  that  leaves  an  ache  bubbling  in  his  chest  as  he  places  it  as  the  boy  who  had  obviously  spent  a  little  too  long  in  a  place  nami’s  only  comfortable  with  occasionally  sharing  with  river’s  rebounds .  “  you  totally  need  to  wash  your  sheets  .  “  such  a  brat  ,  demanding  river  get  rid  of  any  evidence  of  another  boy  already  .  

there’s always that little nagging voice at the back of river’s mind - not his conscience , no , he’d silenced that little bastard ages ago , thank god . no , this voice is always questioning just what the hell nami wants from him , because god knows river’s conscious brain gave up on that line of questioning just in time for him to keep a white - knuckled grip on his sanity . river already knew he had met his match mentally when his and nami’s paths first cross months - or was it centuries ?- ago . river , once confident in the way he charmed people into being exactly what he needed from them , all while pouting and insisting he didn’t mean any harm was knocked down a peg or two or fifty every time he and nami got back together . it was all at once exhilarating and exhausting for him . 

“ ‘m sure you’ll recover ,” he’s still speaking through a pout , hit with a wave of tiredness , which he assumes has something to do with the miraculous disappearing boner act that he had pulled a few minutes ago , and is growing increasingly grumpy about . “ are you really whining about getting to see my bare ass without even having to beg ?” he lets out an over - exaggerated yawn , as though the idea is taxing to his very soul , or what little of a soul he has left . “ don’t try to act like my horny ass is to blame here - you’ve complained about it enough that you should understand it by now or , i don’t fucking know ... expect it at the very least . what a shit excuse for giving me blue balls .” he’s just getting brattier the more he speaks , a petulant child who got his dessert privileges taken away . he doesn’t even know what he’s annoyed with at this point .

“ can’t be that out of my mind - not when i’m picking guys like that ,” maybe he’s just saying it , not to get a specific reaction but to see what it provokes . his dad had always called him a shit-stirrer . “ with fantastic asses , i mean . plus he gave me free weed last time when we were done , so there’s another thing you’ve snatched away from me ,” he picks at his nails , avoiding eye contact . “ not pretty enough , huh ?” he can’t help but grin at the notion . “ so that makes you pretty enough , obviously ,” it’s not even sarcastic like he meant for it to be , an accidental compliment of sorts .

he should let the bottom thing go , it doesn’t matter not really . but it’s not in his nature , entirely too stubborn for his own good . “ ‘m not ,” it comes out as a full on whine , and he can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed , not when he’s too busy being embarrassed by the way he leans into the hand in his hair . stupid , you’re supposed to be a bitch right now . “ shut up - i’m a good boy when i wanna be a good boy . or ... whatever ,” he’s really off his game today . he’ll blame that on the blue balls and , consequentially , on nami . despite his own words , he still wordlessly moves to make more room for the other boy on the small , lumpy bed .

he watches nami through narrowed eyes , practically sensing the impending judgement . for a second he thinks he’s calling river gross , and he’s fully prepared to take it very personally and literally kick him off the bed . but no , there’s no excuse for physical violence , not today - “ it smells like sex , you fucking baby , christ ,” he rolls in eyes , giving a half teasing , half mean pinch to the arm that’s been thrown across him . “ you’re very welcome to do my sheets if you’re so inclined . and while you’re at it , grab the rest of my laundry from the hamper , i haven’t done that in like a week ,” yeah , he thinks he can forgive nami for the forgotten orgasm for a little bit of live in maid action . and he definitely doesn’t imagine him in a maid’s dress , he’s not a perv ( except he is , and he does .)

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sorry for going mia there ): am finally gonna do replies and get to ims now i pwomise i wsnt ignoring u!! sobs!!!!!

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someone give me a plot where muse a and muse b meet in a bar/club and they have such a good time. great chemistry. but as the night goes on muse b notices that muse a is completely clueless and goes “you have no idea who i am, do you ? ” and it turns out they are a celebrity, really famous or just rich.

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open to: m/f/nb mutuals && non-mutuals

muse: valentine kim - trust fund baby + instagram influencer, known for his bratz-reminiscent plush lips, and judgmental stare.

plot: based on THIS post but less awkwardness and more valentine being a bastard.

valentine doesn’t even like brunch - it’s pretentious and indecisive , two things that he both despises and embodies . but if every brunch had more plot twists like this and less memories of his father scolding him for his fashion and his mother getting black out drunk before noon , he’s sure he’d indulge more often . the boy loves trouble , finds entertainment in uncomfortable situations and he can barely hide the smirk that threatens to take over as he’s forced to look last night’s impulsive decision from across the table . his mimosa is even sweeter now . he doesn’t say much during introductions , oozing an air of i know you already know my name but the others at the assume it stems from typical arrogant valentine fashion , not the aftermath of what supposed to be a one night stand .

his gaze does more than wander , it cruises , comfortable and confident , drinking in the other person’s appearance , almost wishing it was more disheveled , that there was more physical evidence of their night together . it’s a minuscule blow to a man’s monumental confidence - to get them to blush would be more than enough to make up for it , he decides . “ so -” he doesn’t use names , making a point to meet their gaze instead , so they know valentine is talking to them and them exclusively . “ you look a little tired , hm ?” rude . 

“ i bet it's 'cause you're a hard worker -” there’s no inherent sexual connotations to the words , but his tone is dripping in innuendo . “ like you wouldn’t go to sleep until you’re entirely satisfied with your work .”

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sourcandiie​:

open: m/f/nb plot: your muse suspects that saint might be cheating on them, but saint is actually just an emotionally unavailable bastard  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ connection: significant other

“was all of this really necessary, love? you see, this is why we can’t have nice things anymore,” saint breathes out, the exasperated sigh of someone who knows he’s repeating himself, who knows that his words will once again go unheeded. crossing his arms, his gaze flickers around their trashed bedroom. “out of curiosity, though, what was it that you were hoping to find in here?”

romeo can feel the embarrassment wrapping around his heart and filling up his gut, only half aware of the blush that starts at the tip of his nose and spreads from there. he never meant to become that kind of boyfriend - the one that stoops to snooping through his significant other’s things, desperate for evidence, an answer, a reason why. he can practically smell the insecurity rolling off of him in waves, mixing with the shame to make some kind of fucked up, i don’t trust my boyfriend and don’t know how to approach serious topics cocktail and romeo hates the taste it leaves in his mouth. his face goes even redder at saint’s words, choosing to fiddle with the silver chain around his wrist rather than suffer through even minimal eye contact. 

“maybe it was necessary-” yes, go on the defensive, it’s all he can think to do. though, his voice comes out less commanding and angry and more like an indignant toddler trying to mumble and whine his way out of trouble. “i don’t know, okay? an answer, i guess- an answer that isn’t you’re just bored of me,” it’s word vomit, fast and dumb and way more information than he planned on sharing. his blush deepens to a shade even pantone would be jealous of. 

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can i have a ‘you’re dating my best friend but he’s kind of an asshole and he cheated on you so i’m comforting you and now you’re kissing me and i’m kissing you back and oH SHIT ARE WE HAVING SEX ???’ and then the morning after 'oh you forgave him that’s cool i just like you a lot and kinda wanna hook up again but that’s cool’ plot

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does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic

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bcddays·:

starter for my baby @fvrewvrks· !!

                                visits  without  a  call  first  were  usually  a  big  NO  during  the  break  up  periods  .  he  wasn’t  ignorant  to  river’s  overly  active  sex  drive  ( hell  ,  he  had  more  than  enough  experience  dealing  whenever  they  dated  )  ,  and  he  honestly  didn’t  get  jealous  .  it  was  understandable  ,  trying  to  find  replacements  for  nami  had  to  be  a  difficult  task  .  he  totally  wasn’t  worried  when  river’s  roommate  was  texting  him  to  let  nami  know  river  had  the  same  boy  over  three  nights  in  a  row  .  why  would  nami  be  worried  ?  he  wasn’t  .  he  just  .  .  .  wanted  to  check  up  on  river  .  he  missed  the  crude  conversation  and  needed  a  distraction  from  the  seemingly  endless  amounts  of  school  work  .  

                                   there  were  minor  details  ,  unimportant  ,  and  unrelated  to  nami’s  surprise  visit  .  sure  ,  there  was  a  possibility  that  river’s  roommate  had  also  complained  about  the  sock  on  the  door  ,  begging  nami  to  let  him  stay  in  his  dorm  for  the  night  ,  and  maybe  nami  had�� made  some  poor  excuse  about  studying  before  rushing  to  their  dorm  ,  but  all  of  that  didn’t  matter  .  nami  wanted  to  see  his  friend  .  

                                   another  pathetic  addition  :  nami’s  knowledge  of  the  spare  key  .  he  leans  against  the  door  ,  and  it  doesn’t  take  a  genius  to  understand  what’s  happening  .  he  crinkles  his  nose  in  distaste  before  wiping  a  few  forced  tears  off  his  cheeks  .  he  needed  to  look  like  he  had  a  reason  to  burst  in  ,  and  he  decided  an  emotional  breakdown  was  the  best  lie  . once  sure  that  his  eyes  were  puffy  enough  to  make  it  obvious  ,  he  finally  pushes  the  door  open  .  “  river  ,  i’m  really  sorry  for  just  showing  up  i just  .  .  .  oh  my  god  !  “  his  jaw  drops  at  the  sight  ,  though  it  takes  a  few  seconds  for  him  to  break  character  ,  head  tilting  in  confusion  .  “  .  .  .   on  top  ?  really  ?  baby  ,  is  this  really  what  you  have  to  go  through  when  we’re  not  together  ?  “  he’s  such  a  brat  ,  an  apologetic  pout  on  his  lips  as  the  unlucky  third  party  stares  in  shock  .  “  you’re  settling  for  other  bottoms  .  .  .  god  ,  i’m  so  sorry  .  no  wonder  you’re  always  so  horny  ,  you’re  not  getting  satisfied  ,  my  poor  baby  .  .  .  “

                                  “  i’m  gonna  leave  .  “  awkward  tension  is  evident  as  the  boy  struggles  underneath  nami’s  stare  ,  eventually  nami  covering  his  eyes  until  he  finally  slips  past  nami  and  shuts  the  door  behind  him  .  “  .  .  .  sorry  ,  “  nami  starts  ,  “  i  wasn’t  paying  attention  ,  really  !  i  seriously  wish  i  could  get  the  image  of  you  topping  out  of  my  brain  now  .  “

river can’t say he’s surprised by the shit nami pulls anymore . or at least he shouldn’t be . but it’s hard not to be scared into flaccidity when being barged in on and cockblocked in maybe the most dramatic fashion imaginable . he saw ... something coming, sure ( not him, apparently ) . and the blame partially fell on river , having used his perpetual horniness to his advantage , knowing the information about his antics would eventually make it’s way back to nami - but this cosmic , fucked up payback wasn’t exactly what he had been aiming for . he was realy just waiting for a text , or at most a snapchat notification that would remind him what he was missing out on in a less than family friendly , but entirely nami fashion . clearly he had underestimated the other boy .

he still does his best to put on a calm , entirely unfazed act , not wanting to give nami the satisfaction of having accomplished ... whatever the fuck it is he was hoping to accomplish . no , he's calm , cool , collected and totally not worried about showing off his bare ass as he fumbles to pull on a pair of boxers , tripping over his own feet and all black comforter in the progress . he doesn’t even grant the boy , now a passing thought , so much as a goodbye or sorry as he scrambles out . the slamming of the front door only somewhat registers in his mind , too busy trying to will away the blush that’s creeping up on his ears . my poor baby - the cooing bounces around his still sex clouded brain and river wishes it didn’t have an effect on him .

“ you have ... impeccable fucking timing -” he sighs and flops back down onto his bed , legs dangling off the edge like a kid on a swing , desperately avoiding eye contact , lest nami read his mind or something equally annoying . he wrinkles his nose as his hair falls into his eyes, but makes no moves to fix it . “ another one of your many talents i guess ?”

he’s buying time with nothing words , trying to figure out if he feels annoyed , at being babied and belittled in front of a guy that meant effectively nothing to him - or accomplished , having - what ? made nami jealous ? he smirks at the idea , desperate for even a lick of power .  “ jesus , you all but used a battering ram to barge in here huh ? are you that desperate to make sure i don’t nut without you ?” is that mean ? river doesn’t think so , that’s how he talks to everyone and only most of them hate him . “ and just because i bottom for you doesn’t make me a bottom ,” there’s more of a whine in his tone than he meant and he hopes his pout goes unchecked .

he finally spares a glace at him , noticing - are those tear tracks ? his mind reels , but he wouldn’t know how to approach that topic if he wanted to ; have you been crying ? would a blowjob make you feel better or worse right now ?

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hi hello uhm so new blog for the indie scene and this is my first STARTER CALL so like this post for a message abt which muse u want && a starter based on sth in ur wishlist! (ilu)

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met doing laundry at 2am college au

accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au

picked up the wrong book when we bumped into each other college au

hey exchange student why don’t you can come to mine for thanksgiving?? college au

did i mention college au

walked in on you in the shower college au

drunkenly hooked up but you’re dating my roommate who already hates me college au

the always-partying kid falls for the always-studying kid college au

heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider college au

i really hate you but you have the highest grades in class and i need help college au

(◕‿◕✿) cOLLEGE AU (◕‿◕✿)

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give me a m/m plot where they’re both teammates on some sports team and they’re both so ‘haHA NO HOMO BRO!!!’ and 'juST BROS BEING BROS!!!’ every time they blow each other in the locker room after practice when everyone’s gone bc they swear they’re not into the other every time and rooming with each other on away tournaments and secretly playing footsy underneath the table where one of their legs goes a little too high up on the thigh and going to celebratory parties and working to make the other jealous af and try to get under their skin and just!!!