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showcasing her treasures from paris. ♥

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it’s always “i can’t believe you fucked in the cemetery” and “you really fucked a vampire on top of his grave?” and never How was fucking a vampire on his grave. was it fun and romantic. it seems fun and romantic

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@qvietsighs wanted nora and jack

nora's had so much bad luck with her apartment lately. she's also been lucky though. a woman had introduced herself in the elevator, telling her that she can fix just about everything. and she has. she hadn't expected to need her so much, but low and behold, it seems her apartment had different ideas. it's almost comical really. every few days she's going down to jack's apartment, asking for help. it leads to now, jack fixing her kitchen faucet which had decided to go haywire and spray water everywhere when it was turned on. nora's sitting at the kitchen table, watching, and then she has to speak up. "you know, i should probably take you out to dinner or something," she starts, resting her elbow on the table and putting her chin in her hand. "you're doing a lot for me, it's only fair that i treat you."

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i've had a headache all day, so i'm not going to be able to get to drafts tonight. the joys.

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oh sometimes he really sets her blood on fire. her eyes narrow even more and she crosses her arms across her chest. she ignores the way her stomach does a little twist at his wink, and then shakes her head. "you can drink both, i don't want anything from you." it comes out instantly and she can't help it. there's always been something about him that... got to her. but when the bartender asks what she's having, she tells, her mind switching instantly. "well, since you're paying." she might as well take it. a free drink is a free drink.

maddox really should stop approaching her. it never ended well, and though so far they've avoided a physical altercation, the verbal sparring wasn't good for either of them, either. he can't help it, though. she's just way too much fun to tease. "what does anyone do at a party?" he says, grinning mischievously. "same as you, i assume." he steps aside to lean over the bar and call the bartender's attention. "i'll have two of whatever the lady's having. one for me and one for her, please." he winks at her. "you're welcome."

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oh. so she was interested too. he grins, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling himself flush slightly. "yeah? i make some mean french toast, so we can laugh while i make us some?" it's a bit of a question, but he would really like to make her breakfast. "i think i'm right in the same boat as you. better now, i think."

tabitha can't help the chuckle that leaves her lips upon his words. "i wasn't going to point it out," she says, "but if there's a reason, i'm guessing it's something like... maybe we can grab breakfast together and laugh about it?" it was a bold move, one she really shouldn't be making after so clearly being caught doing the walk of shame, but then again, tabitha is nothing if not shameless. he's cute, why not? "it was okay," she says, "better now, though, i think. what about you? i'm guessing you had a good time if you're getting home this late?"

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it has been a very lazy day for me, so i will try and get to some drafts tonight or i will def get to them tomorrow.

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GIMME A PLOT WHERE MUSE A AND MUSE B CAR BREAKS DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF A THUNDERSTORM ON THEIR ROADTRIP BACK HOME FROM VISITING FAMILY OR FRIENDS AND PERHAPS THEY JUST GOT IN AN ARGUMENT AND THINGS ARE AWKWARD AND THEY KEEP YELLING AT EACH OTHER AND BLAMING EACH OTHER FOR WHAT HAPPENED BUT THEN IT STARTS TO GET COLD AND THEY ARE FORCED TO CUDDLE AND TALK ABOUT THEIR ISSUES SINCE THEY CAN’T CALL ANYONE TO HELP WITH THEIR CAR SINCE IT IS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND IT LEADS TO FLUFF OR SEX OR MORE FIGHTS OR WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE BUT I NEED THIS BYE 

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my tiktok seems to be living for the ice skating couple that's no longer competing together. and this idea has been haunting me ever since i saw them for the first time. muse a and muse b have been competing ever since they were young. they're the top in their competitions / country and it's all because of their insane chemistry -- both on the ice and outside. everyone seems to think they should be a couple, and they do try for a brief time. but it only makes everything more difficult and they're afraid of failing as a team the same way they failed as a couple. give me all the drama that can come with this situation. almost losing a competition bc one of them can't focus. one of them thinking that going their separate ways is the best for them. all!!! the!!! angst!!!!!!

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he shakes his head immediately. "no, no kids," he says. "that was my neice. gotta play the fun uncle, you know?" he chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i'm here alone, too by the way. just wanted to get out and enjoy the sun and the sights." he's glancing away from her for a moment, looking around at the sights, before he focuses fully on her. "do you happen to be free right now?" he might as well see if he can take her out now.

"leon," she echoes, cheeks flushing at his compliment. elodie has half a mind to ask him if he's looked in the mirror recently. if there was an unforgettable pretty face on the boardwalk right now, it would be his. and hell, he's got a pretty name for a pretty face. "it's nice to meet you, too, leon. are you—" she looks around. "are you here alone? or—" she chuckles. "i'm sorry, i'm not really sure if the birthday girl was your sister or your cousin or..." she trails off. "your daughter?" dear god, she hoped not; if the little girl was his daughter, that would most likely mean he already had someone else.

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he loves poking at darcy's buttons, and he grins up at her. "nah, i got nothing better to do than be with you." silas rolls over onto his back, bringing the pillow with him. he holds it to his chest, and looks at her. "you didn't answer my question," he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Barely!" Darcy countered, minimizing her laptop screen even though he wouldn't have been able to see what she was looking at while she was on her bed. She knew he skin was probably a little flushed but she was hoping he couldn't tell. "I think the more important question is what are you doing? Don't you have literally anything else you could be doing?"

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penny should have expected this. it's an after party for their fellow band after all. but she hadn't expected to see their rival band here. they knew the band too, so of course they would be here. penny huffs, downing the rest of her drink and heading towards the bar. she needs more alcohol. she orders, and then turns to look around the party. but she's just met with the chest of maddox. oh. okay. she's glaring up at him, a slight pout to her lips. "what are you doing here?"

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talk about a small world. he kept thinking about the ariel at his niece's birthday party, struck by her pretty face. now he's seeing her, here on the boardwalk, and he had to be sure that it was her. talk about his lucky day. there's a hint of a smile on his face, and he reaches out to shake her hand. "elodie. i like it." he lets his hand linger a bit longer than socially acceptable, before he lets go. "it's hard to forget a pretty face. i'm leon and it's very nice to meet the real you."

open to: m

muse: elodie flores. 20-21. she/her. works as a mermaid on the boardwalk in the summer and a disney princess for children's parties the rest of the year. a hopeless romantic on the spectrum who lives with her head in the clouds and may or may not have a penchant for maladaptive daydreaming. dreams of becoming a mother. a virgin. bisexual. switch (sub leaning).

connections: see below !

plot: elodie was hired to play ariel from the little mermaid for your muse's niece/sister/cousin's birthday party and she had to stay in character the whole time, meaning they weren't able to talk. now they're running into each other at the boardwalk after your muse recognizes her.

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hey! ariel, right?

a light blush dusts elodie's cheeks as she slowly turns to smile at the other. of course she recognizes him; a face like that is hard to forget. hell, a face like that made it difficult to stay in character when she so desperately wanted to introduce herself, to be known as herself, but a job is a job and elodie prided herself in the dedication she had to her work and putting on a good performance for the children.

"you've got a great memory," she says, stretching out her hand towards the other. "but it's elodie, actually. i'm only ariel when i have to be."