"Of Course, It Isn't," Nadia Replied, Rolling Her Eyes. "I'd Be Pretty Crap At My Job If It Was." She

i am still here, promise, just been busy... will work on some replies tomorrow <3

I really want an AU where our muses are married and to their friends they look really awesome and happy but they’re just not. Maybe they are having a difficult time having kids, or they can’t really make ends meet, but whatever it is it’s putting a terrible strain on their relationship, yet in public they act like the happiest couple on Earth.

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?

Mei froze mid-rant, her fingers tightening just a little around the bandage she was wrapping around his leg. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous little slits. "Oh-ho, crispy, is it?" she echoed, voice deceptively light. "Just a little crispy? Owen, you look like a marshmallow that someone dropped into a campfire and then tried to convince everyone was still edible!" Ok, so maybe she was exaggerating a little, but she was just trying to get her point across.

She huffed, pressing the bandage down with just enough extra force to make him wince. "And elbow grease and a scrubbing brush?! Oh wow, thank you, Mr. Domestic, for your deep and insightful cleaning wisdom! I’ll be sure to remember that while I’m on my hands and knees scraping your poor life choices out of the floorboards!"

Her frustration hitched when he grinned at her—grinned!—like this was all some big joke. Like she wasn’t currently battling the very real urge to smack him upside the head with the nearest throw pillow. "Owen, I swear to everything good and sparkly--If you make one more joke—" And then he called himself a big, glazed doughnut.

For a moment, silence. Then, a deep, slow inhale through her nose. "Oh, you did not just—" The glare she gave him was like none other she'd ever given.

But just as quickly as it flared, her anger deflated. She sighed, shoulders slumping, as she secured the last of the bandages with a little more gentleness. "You know I hate this, right?" Her voice had lost its sharp edges, replaced by something quieter—something raw. "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that you act like your pain is just… a funny little inconvenience. I hate that you think I only care because of the mess or because I have to clean you up." She tied off the bandage with a little flourish and then sat back on her heels, arms crossing. "I care, you big, dumb, freshly burnt doughnut because you matter. Because you being okay matters."

She sniffed, then nudged his uninjured leg with her foot. "And because I like stealing your medical supplies, but that’s beside the point." A pause. Then, grudgingly, "... You are kind of a glazed doughnut, though."

Owen sighed, though the attempt was somewhat stifled by a sharp intake of breath as Mei pressed a bit too firmly on the singed flesh of his thigh. "Explosion battlefield? Now that's just colourful," he mumbled, trying to inject a lightness into his tone that he wasn't entirely feeling. He knew Mei worried, and he appreciated it, even if her worrying took the form of theatrical frustration and a concerning knowledge of bloodstain removal techniques.

He watched her, amused despite the discomfort, as she ranted about cotton and floorboards. "Relax, Mei. It's nothing a little elbow grease and a good scrubbing brush can't fix." He even managed a small, lopsided grin. He knew she hated that he dismissed things so easily, especially when those "things" involved explosions and blood, but it was his default setting. Panic rarely solved problems.

When she called him a doughnut, he chuckled. "A big, glazed doughnut," he corrected, then immediately regretted it as her glare intensified. He understood her frustration, truly. He knew seeing him hurt bothered her more than she let on.

"I know, Mei," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. "But I'm alright. Just a little… crispy. Besides," he added, attempting to lighten the mood again, "who else would you steal medical supplies from if I wasn't constantly providing a reason to?"

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 .

Kai let out a dry chuckle, leaning against the counter with ink-stained fingers drumming lazily against the surface. "Amusing?" he echoed, voice laced with that slow, detached drawl. "Nah. Just ironic." His smirk didn’t falter, if anything, it deepened. She was every bit the type that would turn her nose up at guys like him in broad daylight but find themselves in places like this, looking for something real when the walls of their perfect little lives started closing in.

He exhaled through his nose, crossing inked arms over his chest. "So, princess, what brings you to the dark side? Or did you just get lost on the way to a champagne brunch?"

pia was very much a cliche, down to a tee. head cheerleader, dated a jock, prom queen. her dad was in finance and was one of the richest men in the state which came with some baggage she will admit. for a long time she really enjoyed the endless perks that life gave her, but until recently she had tried to break apart from her father's name to shine on her own. not that she did much on a day to day basis being an heiress to a mass fortune and owning everything a person could dream of. she modelled and did various other campaigns especially for social media. she was the polar opposite of the man standing infront of her and how she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face already. "something amusing, bad boy?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow as she took a moment to drink in his appearance. @littledaydreamers

Kai let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and full of something dangerously satisfied as he took in her confession. His hands, firm and unrelenting, skimmed up her thighs, pressing into the softness of her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her beneath his fingertips.

“Oh, I think I do,” he murmured against her lips, voice rough with restrained hunger. “But I like hearing you say it.”

His jacket was already gone, tossed somewhere in the car without a second thought. He let her push up his shirt, her touch igniting a fire under his skin, but he didn’t let her take control for long. His grip tightened on her hips, dragging her down against him.

“You want me, huh?” His breath was warm against her neck as he nipped at her skin, savouring the way she shivered beneath him. “Then show me.”

There was something maddening about the way she smelled—sweet but dark, like temptation wrapped in silk. He buried his face against her neck for a moment, inhaling the scent of vanilla and musk mixed with something purely her. It was enough to make his head spin.

His lips traced a slow, deliberate path along her jaw before capturing her mouth again, this time deeper, hungrier. He swallowed the soft sound she made, letting it fuel the fire burning between them.

Fingers trailed up the curve of her spine, finding the delicate knot at the nape of her neck. With a slow, deliberate tug, he loosened the tie of her halter top, letting the fabric slip effortlessly from her skin. Pia was unlike anyone he’d ever met—unpredictable, sharp-tongued, and undeniably intoxicating.

Kai leaned back slightly, his gaze raking over her with a hunger that sent heat pooling low in his stomach. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes drank her in—every curve, every dip of her body now exposed to him. The dim lighting cast shadows that only made her look more intoxicating, her skin glowing with the warmth of their shared heat.

His hands skimmed down her sides, slow and purposeful, like he was committing every inch of her to memory. Lust burned in his stare, dark and unrelenting, as he took his time admiring her, dragging his fingers over her bare skin like he couldn't believe she was real.

"Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough, thick with desire. "You're perfect."

of course the way in which he handled her didn't surprise her one bit. for her to think for a second that he would be gentle and tender was an amusing thought. he or course took no time in taking back the power and switching up their position so she was ontop of him now. my, what a view. he was going to be dangerous for her in more ways than one, she knew it. the fact was she had never encountered anyone like him before, especially the way he was with her from the way they spoke to eachother to the escalation of an ongoing game of metaphorical chess. that was until this point, and pia had decided to throw away all the pieces, completely scrap the whole thing and toss it to the side.

now she knew she was somewhat admiting that she did indeed crave him, but then she was also in the know that he felt the same way about her. it was at this point she was thankful that she paid attention to the neccesary details of being a girl when it came to being intimate. for one making sure she was soft to the touch, moisturised with a very delicious lotion that was a mix of vanilla and musk, like a woody cupcake, even her shampoo was a gourmand scent like suntan lotion with that hint of chocolate and a dash of dark chocolate. she also was wearing a matching set, something that was completely coincidental because she did not intend to hook up with anyone.

truth be told she didn't do the whole one night stand thing so that was definitely saying something when it came to kai and prompting her spontaneous actions. infact, the way she acted tonight was something she didn't make a habit of due to the company she kept. that was until that pain in the ass bad boy came into the picture.

once their lips reunited she tugged at the fabric of his jacket, encouraging it off as she guided it over his arms to help with the undressing process and to be faster. she wanted to go down to his pants but for now she slid her hand underneath the fabric of his top, feeling his skin against her fingertips.

"fuck, you have no idea how much i want you." an admission she would definitely deny in the future but for now she was sure he would love to hear her confession as she parted from the kiss with a heavy exhale of breath.

A gentle voice cut through the darkness, but Robbie was too distressed to hear the man's words. He clutched his head in his trembling hands, sobbing as he rocked back and forth. "They're dead. They're all dead." He whispered, his voice a broken echo.

The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the space, casting a warm and comforting light. Robbie felt the bed dip as the male took a seat next to him, trying to calm him. With the man's soothing words and gentle touch, Robbie finally met his gaze. "They're all dead. I watched them die, one by one." He repeated, his voice strangled.

thomas barrow made a habit of being a self-centered man, he wouldn't deny it. he had learnt, from a young age, that if there was no one else to look out for him then he could only trust himself. his reasons for volunteering as a medic had been, in part, selfish ones. his medical training had spared him active military service for the first few months of the war, and he had believed, as everyone else had, that the whole thing would blow over quickly. he would have left the army with newfound status and a possible change in profession. that was the plan at least... how naive that young man had been.

the war had changed him, changed everything — the footman turned medic, now managing the makeshift convalescent home that had taken over downton, working alongside members of the very family that he used to serve. he was no longer at the front, but thomas had seen firsthand the horrors that these men had returned from. he knew the destruction, the death, the pain and suffering, the desperation. he felt a duty of care; underneath that egocentric, individualistic mindset, thomas barrow cared about the poor souls. if he could ease their plight in any way, he was glad to.

a shout drew the lance corporal's attention — night terrors were becoming increasingly more common in the soldiers that passed through his care... depression, shell shock, post-traumatic stress disorder, was it truly any wonder when they had been through hell and back?

❝ hey now, easy there. you're alright, sir. ❞ he started, coming to the soldier's bedside as he jolted awake. speaking in gentle, hushed tones, a hand rested on the man's good shoulder, thumb rubbing in soothing circles as thomas tried to meet his gaze. in the soft lamplight, sharp grey hues searched the soldier's own slightly vacant stare, as the medic continued — with a string of comforting words and a grounding touch, he tried to bring the other out of whatever nightmare plagued his mind.

❝ you're alright, just breath for me, nice and slowly, sir, that's it. you're safe. ❞

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“Oh hush, you know I didn’t mean it that way.” Peyton rolled her eyes as she threw one of the pillows at his head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’d like to think that you would be coming with me. Off on our next adventure?” Of course Peyton knew she wasn’t being completely realistic and wasn’t exactly being fair to him either by expecting him to drop his life. “Nothing I’m just being dramatic. We both know I’m not going anywhere. Not really.” She sighed, trying really hard to remember why she loved her job. “My boss is such a dick.”

Jesse caught the pillow just before it hit him. “So first you tell me you want to abandon me and now you’re using violence against me? Wow, I’m really feeling the love today, buddy.” He tutted before smirking at her. “Next adventure, huh? And where about would that be?” the male asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “But what’s making you dramatic? Like, what did your boss do?” Jesse asked, his tone becoming more concerned.

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I really, REALLY want a plot where a son of a dangerous and feared mobster is put in charge of managing his father’s strip club and falls for one of the dancers.