Scenes From A Marriage (2021)

Cooper Koch for YSL

a  plot  where  muse  a  receives  the  wedding  invitation  for  muse  b’s  wedding  ,  but  finds  out  that  in  the  back  of  the  invitation  there  is  a  handwritten  note  saying  ‘  i’m  getting  married  to  someone  else  ,  but  you’re  the  true  love  of  my  life  ’  .  i  live  for  this  type  of  angst  .

sometimes “!!!!!!!!!!!” is a word

it  wasn’t  the  first  time  mason  had  ended  up  in  her  treatment  room  —  and  knowing  him,  it  wouldn’t  be  the  last.  harper  had  come  to  expect  the  combination  of  ego  and  deflection  that  followed  him  through  the  door,  all  six-foot-something  of  him  acting  like  every  injury  was  just  part  of  the  game.  "oh,  right,"  she  said  flatly,  one  brow  arching  as  she  examined  the  damage.  "so  this  doesn’t  hurt?"  she  said  applying  more  pressure.  the  wince  that  flickered  across  his  features  told  her  everything.  "yeah,  that’s  what  i  thought."  she  stepped  back,  exhaling  through  her  nose  as  she  moved  toward  the  cabinet,  gloves  snapping  off  her  hands  with  a  quiet  finality.  "mason,  this  isn’t  just  a  bruise  you  can  shake  off  on  the  court."  her  tone  wasn’t  cruel,  but  it  was  cutting.  "your  body  is  your  entire  job,  and  if  you  want  to  keep  doing  it  for  more  than  five  years,  maybe  start  listening  to  the  woman  who’s  literally  paid  to  keep  you  standing."  she  paused,  glanced  over  her  shoulder.  “this  might  even  be  out  of  my  hands,  mason.  and  if i’m  saying  that?  it’s  time  to  take  it  seriously.”  her  voice  dropped  slightly,  something  quieter  there.  “i  wish  it  was  just  me  being  dramatic.”

closed starter for @velvetysage ♡ ( loosely ) based on this !

"don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?" for all he knew, he could have a broken nose. instead of owning up to his mistake, he deflected, trying to bring some light to the situation. it was classic mason — never wanting anyone to be mad at him, despite creating a situation where someone should be. "it's not as bad as it looks. it barely even hurts."

enemies to lovers except muse a has been pining over muse b from the moment they met, muse b is the only one insisting they’re actually enemies. 

céleste  took  him  in,  gaze  flicking  over  him  once  —  slow  and  measured.  he  looked  exactly  as  expected:  self-assured,  relaxed  in  that  infuriatingly  effortless  way,  standing  there  like  he  had  nothing  but  time.  but  beneath  all  that  charm,  she  caught  something  else  —  a  flicker  of  something  in  his  posture,  like  a  tension  he  was  pretending  wasn’t  there.  her  lips  twitched,  the  faintest  amusement  ghosting  across  them.  “an  interior  designer?  please.  you  don’t  strike  me  as  the  type  to  let  anyone  else  make  decisions  for  you.” she  let  her  gaze  drift,  taking  in  the  penthouse  with  a  passing  glance.  it  was  as  sleek  and  impressive  as  expected.  something  told  her  he  hadn’t  been  the  one  to  choose  the  finishes,  the  furniture,  the  perfectly  staged  decor.  money  made  things  easy.  taste  was  another  matter.  “besides,”  she  added,  letting  her  gaze  flick  back  to  him,  “if  i  were,  you’d  owe  me  a  lot  more  than  just  a  session.”  unhurried,  she  moved  further  inside,  the  soft  click  of  her  steps  swallowed  by  the  sheer  openness  of  the  space.  the  view  was  spectacular  —  the  city  unfurling  beneath  them  like  something  out  of  a  dream.  but  she  had  no  plans  of  giving  him  the  satisfaction  of  saying  so.  instead,  she  turned  back  to  him,  arching  a  brow  at  his  offer.  “evian,  smartwater,  voss  —  what,  do  you  collect  overpriced  hydration?”  her  tone  was  light.   "any  of  your  finest  water  will  do,"  she  mused,  finally  meeting  his  gaze  again.  "you  know,"  she  exhaled  lightly,  tilting  her  head  just  slightly,  "you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me."  there  was  no  condescension  in  her  tone,  no  outright  challenge. she  could  feel  it  —  the  slight  acceleration  of  her  heartbeat,  the  way  her  body  registered  the  shift  before  her  mind  could  catch  up.  but  she  kept  her  expression  carefully  neutral,  refusing  to  let  it  show,  refusing  to  let  her  thoughts  spiral.  it  was  just  them.  no  noise,  no  distractions,  no  audience.  she  inhaled  slowly,  steadying  herself,  reminding  herself  exactly  who  she  was.  control  was  second  nature  to  her.  she  wouldn’t  let  this  —  whatever  this  was  —  change  that.

the subtle chime of the elevator sent a slow ripple of awareness through him, breathing turning into a sport instead of something that came naturally. he didn't move, his gaze fastened to the doors that soon opened, watching as celeste stepped inside like she belonged there. poised and bearing an air of confidence that wasn’t forced. she was even more stunning today than the other night, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, the concrete landscape stretching out like he owned it. but right now, she was the one commanding attention. a self-assured smirk curved on his lips as alec crossed the threshold to meet her with deliberate, unhurried strides that said he wasn’t rushing for anyone. “funny, i don’t remember hiring an interior designer,” he joked, one head cocked to the side as he purposely let his gaze glide over her. “but judging by the way you’re standing there like you own the place, maybe i should’ve.” adrenaline pumped through his veins at the mere sight of celeste, hands clammy as he wondered where they would go from here. "you want something to drink? i've got it all. evian, smartwater, voss. kombucha, green juice, coffee. pick your poison."

hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore