Rory’s Grin Widened, A Flicker Of Amusement Dancing In His Eyes. He Shifted His Weight Slightly, Hands

a fucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival mob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is fucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?

Plot 67:  Reservations & Revelations 

I'm still here! I've just been reorganising my muses and bios. I'll put some starters up soon :)

Ruby read his message, and if she wasn’t already mortified, this just about sent her over the edge. She collapsed back on her bed, wishing it would just eat her up and save her from this whole situation.

Her jaw dropped. Well 😈? THAT’S what he was going with? And then the follow-up? Oh, he was insufferable.

Her face burned as she gripped her phone, debating whether to block his smug ass altogether or try to salvage what little dignity she had left. But knowing King, ignoring him would only encourage him. And if he thought she was just going to roll over and let him have the upper hand, he had another thing coming.

With a deep breath, she started typing.

Text to King: Glad you like it. Too bad it was meant for someone who’d actually get to see it up close.

She bit her lip, smirking, imagining his expression when he read that.

the male was led in a very relaxed position, sprawled over his bed with one arm propping up his head. at this point he had lifted his torso in order to clock the farther window which was in line with her own. he could just about make her out in the mix of the glow of her lamp and the shadows that surrounded but he knew she was panicking. of course he was probably one of the last people she would want to be in receipt of a photo like this, and really he should delete it.. but on the other hand, he'd already seen it now, might as well take advantage of the situation. scrolling his fingertips over the screen to zoom in as he held the phone over his head in a led down position a smirk tugged at his features when a text came through from her again.

text to girl next door: well 😈

text: that's a cute little set you've got there

okay, so he couldn't help himself, he was handed a golden opportunity here and why wouldn't he take it? especially when nothing else exciting was going on this time of night other than a few other messages he chose to ignore.

Open: Females

It was the aftermath of another shift, and it had been a rough one. Quinn had lost two patients in the matter of 12 hours. He'd come home exhausted, both physically and mentally. All the other had done was show concern and yet a screaming match had happened. She’d locked herself in the bedroom while he’d gone to have a cigarette. A few hours had passed when he went back inside, finally hearing the bedroom door open. “I was out of line,” he muttered. “Sorry, I’m so hard to deal with sometimes. I don’t mean to be.”

Open Starter

Astrid felt her heart jump into her throat as she’d walked into the conversation. She almost didn’t want to believe what she’d heard. “Is that true?” she asked him. Her boyfriend wasn’t supposed to lie, right? “Am I a fucking bet?”

a plot where...

a rough around the edges, con artist girl is doing dirty work for her shitty boyfriend and they decide to target a rich, wealthy, cocky sort of young socialite male who feels like his life is a bit empty and redundant, and she may seem like she’s in this con artist game for the money (and she is, partly, because she grew up really poor and knows how it feels to starve) but she also has an unhealthy attachment to the boyfriend even though he treats her like crap and uses her to attract rich males, and then, on the night where she has dressed up and come up with a fake name and is about to make her move on the rich young man she realizes oh, he’s actually extremely attractive and cute and not like the other creepy old men she preys on? and oh, he’s actually extremely charismatic and witty and charming and kind of a dick, but not to her? and oh, now they’re kind of going out on multiple really amazing dates and spending tons of time together and she’s supposed to be digging for his deepest secrets and finding out numbers to his safes and stealing jewelry pieces he probably won’t miss and then one night, her wallet falls out of her bag and… OH, why is her name not the name that she said it was on her drivers license and why are his personal, private cartier bracelets engraved with his initials in there too and who the fuck is calling her phone ??????

Jude shrank into herself, a blush spreading across her cheeks after being caught hiding from him. She let out a small sigh as she pushed herself up off of the floor and met Z's gaze. "Aren't you angry? We're being used like pawns -- they know we don't like each other but the don't care. How are you being so calm about this?" The brunette asked her voice sharp as she let her emotions get the better of her after leaving them to bubble up in the silence. Jude paused, bringing her hand to her mouth as she tried to push her feelings back down. "I'm sorry. You're right, for once. I just... " She trailed off, her tone losing its edge. "Let's grab something to eat."

z paced the living room, the silence almost as oppressive as the forced situation they found themselves in. he wasn't sure what he had expected, but jude hiding away wasn't it. he took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before heading towards the bedroom.

❛ jude, ❜ he called softly, leaning against the door frame, not wanting to startle her. ❛ i know this isn't what either of us wanted, but hiding isn't going to make it any easier. ❜ he hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. ❛ look, i get it. we’re different, & we don't have to like each other. but we're stuck in this together, at least for now. so, let's try to make the best of it. we don’t have to talk about anything serious. just… come out & eat something. you must be hungry. ❜ z sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. ❛ i promise, i’m not here to make things harder for you. ❜

Hayden's jaw tightens, the weight of her words hitting like a punch to the gut. His chest aches at the sight of her—so raw, so heartbreakingly certain of something he never meant for her to feel.

"Tilly—" His voice is rough, thick with emotion he barely knows how to contain. He steps forward, hesitant, as if afraid she'll slip right through his fingers. "That’s not true."

He exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair. "You don't actually think that, do you?" His eyes search hers, desperate for her to see the truth, to feel it the way he does. "I just don’t know how to love you the way you deserve. But don’t you dare think for a second that I don’t love you enough."

open to m / nb .

synopsis — matilda ' tilly ' zhang . the ultimate lover girl forever stuck in her day dreams . her heart is her biggest blessing & heaviest curse , falling in love fast & never truly falling out of it . your muse & tilly have been together for a while , & she's been burdened with the idea & insecurity that his feelings aren't equal to hers . so when a fight breaks out between the pair , she finally finds the courage to address it .

tilly's attempts of calming her breathing are weak , shaky inhale the only thing keeping tears from flooding over the brim of heartsick doe eyes . ' let's face it — . . ' she begins , ' i have always loved you more than you've ever loved me . ' hearing her insecurities spoken aloud is enough to commence the cascade of tears .

Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.