𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑳𝒀

Anastasia Ames, Esq.

[letzternachtzug]

THE BIG SHORT (2015) dir. Adam Mckay

[alwaysames]

andrsmarquz​:

ames, anastasia​:

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HIS eyes shot open at the shrill voice in the phone. The last person he was going to fuck with was her in fear that she’ll turn that voice on him next. “Government name.” he nods when he hands her the coffee. Whatever her name was, the barista had did her wrong. she was too pretty for the mess they’d written on the cup. “one day. I’ll keep wishing on a star then.” Andres chimes as he pulls out his pack of smiles and places one between his lips. Nothing like a bit of nicotine paired with his caffeine. 

“Stassie. Suits you better.” Not that he hated Anastasia but it felt too sophisticated. “Only the ones I wanna talk to. Unless it’s fate. Can’t give away all my secrets.” It was neither of those things but a mistake, but he’d embrace it. 

♡

“That’s cute,” she said at the fairytales surrounding stars. At the end of the day, Stassie was a girl who loved love but she had strategically guarded herself after her last heartbreak. Could you blame her? Four years later trusting somebody to be dumped and left behind. Eventually, she’d be open to love again but currently she was deep in her lustful energy. 

“Thanks. I think so, too,” she agreed with him. Anastasia brought a lot of triggering memories– her of being yelled at as a child. PTSD worked in many different ways. “Hmm. So you wanna talk? Walk and talk with me then,” she said with a smirk, beginning to exit the bakery; she couldn’t give him all damn day anyways. 

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chrmxiing​:

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃       𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     :  𝐀.    𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖    𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓      𝐀.     𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

he nods his head but truly didn’t even catch a word of what she had just said ❝ I’m just going to pretend that I got all of that . ❞ he teases her lightly smiling at the blonde before him , he nodded his head once he got the drift that she didn’t want to talk about what happened . he sees alexis reach out for her , it was quite strange for the baby to do since she didn’t really like to be around people ❝  you found a new friend, sweetheart ? ❞  he asked her and the child wiggled out of his grasp , wanting to reach stassie. letting alexis make her way into the blondes lap he smiled ❝  if I were you , I would feel rather lucky because she really doesn’t like people . ❞ it wasn’t a lie , alexis had made it very clear she liked her selected few . alexis played with the blonde tips fo her hair smiling ❝ I might ask you to baby sit if your this good. ❞

♡

Sitting with the baby was causing mixed feelings for Anastasia. The only reason being because for the past few years– her being single was becoming a problem for her father. Her narcissistic controlling yet loving father. It was a mess but his opinion of her mattered to her. She was a perfectionist, and she got it from Sergio. “That’s because us blondies stick together, right, Alexis?” Stassie said to the baby with a smile, bouncing her. “Oh yeah, totally, next time you have date night or a party, I’m your girl,” she teased. “You’re a dad, huh?” She said, still a little in disbelief how much his life was surprising her. “What’s that like?”

[alwaysames]

danillablnco​:

STARTER FOR:  @alwaysames​

LOCATION: A BAR IN TOWN

“STASSIE” Daniella waves the blonde over when she sees her walk into the bar. It took a few elbow jabs to secure the table and she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight. It meant that she waited for her friend to arrive before even thinking about ordering drinks. “I didn’t order some drinks yet because the place is packed and this group of girls have been eying the table. I thought a bitchy glare would scare them off but they’re more determined than I expected.”  Dani explains before sighing, opening her arms. “Sorry, give me a hug. You look gorgeous but that’s no shock. How have you been? What have you been up to?” She’s heard some things but figures she’s going to let Stassie tell her first. 

♡

Stassie used every hour in the day to her advantage. Time management was needed to make it this far in life. A social life was something she depended on as she craved attention. It was natural for her to be a social butterfly, deflect from the real problems she faced. Her favorite thing to do was have a drink, it was innocent and casual. Walking into the crowded building, she used her 5′ 11″ stature to her advantage looking for her friend. “Dani!” She said, hugging her as she wrapped her arm around her. “Oh, please,” she waved off the crowd of girls eyeing their table as she slid into the booth. “You look gorgeous! I love the hair– per usual,” she said. “I’ve been working my ass off. I had a little burn out,” she lied. “I took a week off but I’m back in action. I think I need a little weekend away, though,” she said to her. She had been contemplating to go back to New Orleans for the past couple of weeks. It was her safe space. “How about you? How’s it going, doll?”

[theliarsgifs]

Did your sister send you here? God, no. She has no idea I even called you.

[alwaysames]

@mataapollo

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closed starter: @ysmnetran​

She sat in the diner, holding a cup of coffee as she read through her newest case. Stassie was back at work full-time, finally feeling back on her feet. As much as she could anyways. She was still weary of those around her, trying not to let her own worries consume her. She just wanted to move forward, keep progressing in her life. Success looked good on her. As she looked away from the tiny words, she saw a familiar stranger in line to enter the rush hour of breakfast. “No way!” She said, putting her mug down and getting out of the booth to approach the brunette. “Yasmine? It’s Stassie. Stassie from Aiden’s wedding,” she said, a smile appearing on her face as she thought about that crazy night. “Stassie who knocked threw the ice sculpture into the pool,” she whispered behind her hand, laughing. 

[nanogarcias]

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breemorrow​:

♡  .  ❛      𝐀.      𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖       &.          𝐀.        𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒    ❜  .  ♡

❝ sometimes all a girls needs is a little TLC . ❞ she muses it back to her and let’s her hands rest on her side as she sees her take the cupcakes, the smile on crimson petals never fading . ❝ oh babe , no one can read the room like me , one of kind , I tell you . ❞ she says lifting herself off from the side of her bed ❝ so I’m in the mood for some shopping , I just got this really cute apartment near by and I need some furniture : something that says I’m hot and I need to be fucked . ❞ she teases the other and shakes her head ❝ no but seriously I need some shopping and if I remember well, you love it almost as much as your job , so are you up for it ? ❞

♡

Stassie continued licking the frosting off the cupcake, listening to Bree propose their next adventure. She ate a piece of the cake, shrugging her shoulders and wiping the frosting off the corner of her mouth. “Well, you came to the right girl, baby,” she said, waving her hand towards all of the furniture in her bedroom. “That love seat over there…” she started, “Best. Purchase. Ever,” she informed the red-head. “Though, honestly, who deserves to fuck you all over your furniture? That’s the real question,” She asked her, an eyebrow raising as she finished the sweet treat. “But, obviously, you know I’m down to shop,” she informed her. 

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aimesllyaa​:

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆    :        𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒  ,    𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀.

he watches as she remains her composure and nods his head , seeing her calm down . the next set of words that leave her mouth caused a smirk on his features . his hands on each side of her face as he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead ❝ as vain as ever , little one . ❞ he tells her smiling , shaking his head and walking towards the couch pulling her with him ❝ so since you are disarmed and looked like a wet chick , I’m treating you to whatever you want plus I have to tell you something ….. I called amata . ❞

♡

These words were something the blonde was used to. Aiden was almost a spitting image of father right now, sometimes she believed Sergio and Silas gave Aiden too much of their habits. “A wet chick? Shut the hell up,” She said, shaking her head as she joined him on the couch. She looked at him, furrowed eyebrows and a distasteful look on her features. “For what exactly?” She asked him. “Why would you drag her back to America? You know how she fucking gets when she feels like ‘we’re wasting her time’,” she said, averting her gaze away from him. “I have to tell you something, too,” she said, a little sigh escaping her lips. “I need your card before the Hermes Birkin Rose Scheherazade Pink Crocodile gets snatched by that bitch Tinsley back in New Orleans,” she informed him. 

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harpercarmichael​:

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“Oh I know Aiden,” Harper said with a chuckle. “He and I go way back - and he came over the other day.” At least I’m not dead. That’s definitely one way to consider it. Although, Harper would’ve been setting the world on fire to solve the mystery. That could possibly be because Harper was as stubborn as she is tall. So would she actually have gotten far in solving the mystery? Absolutely not. But what she was good at was cooking so she salted the water that still wasn’t boiling and made a face. “Yeah, but replacing cars always sucks, dealing with car salesmen.” Shuddering lightly, she grabbed the ingredients for the sauce. “Go ahead and start separating the eggs while I get all the dry shit ready.” Waving a hand at the other blonde woman as she started eyeballing measurements of powder into a small bowl, Harper gave her a smile. “Of course I’d come by. Who else wants me to teach them how to cook artichokes?” Grinning a little bit she went back to the measurements before her. “Anyways - so. Besides getting run off the road. How was hanging out with Caine?” Waggling an eyebrow, she grabbed a fork to lightly sift everything together.

♡

“Everybody knows that kid around here,” she said, a snicker escaping her. That’s how it worked in their world, anyways. Networking was key to being successful in their professions. “He could talk to a wall for hours,” she jokingly said. Following her guide, she listened to her as she directed her. Cooking was a good way to escape her thoughts and reality, and getting to learn beside Harper wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe she’d use a skill or two for her future family. “They’re from my garden,” she mused, pointing out the windows towards the vegetable and fruits growing on vines and from the ground. It was something Stassie did as a hobby but she was learning that her tomatoes and cucumbers were way better than what they had in stores here. “Oh, god…” she said, a sigh leaving her. She hadn’t discussed her night with Caine with many, considering the next day ended horribly for herself. Despite how good the night went with Caine, she was preoccupied with remaining alive. “Honestly, it was good. He’s super nice and we have a lot in common. It was casual but he seems like a good guy to me,” the blonde shrugged leaving out the details of their late night rendezvous. “You know him?” She asked. While Stassie had been to Olympus a couple of times before permanently moving there; she didn’t take the time to actually meet the residents. She would only go for Aiden and his wife whenever they hosted a family event. “Don’t tell me he has a girlfriend somewhere or some shit. Ugh.”

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mataapollo​:

𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑨     ’       𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺     .

wish I could say say the same . that was her biggest regret with jeremiah not being able to see if maybe somehow , someway they could have been more but now it was too late for any of that . ❛ well, it’s all in the past . ❜ she says to her younger sister, seeing her get up and make her way through the house . in the meantime she makes her way around the grand room , looking through the Luxores that we’re displayed . her usual perky voice interrupts her thoughts ❛ well you look better . ❜ she says as she grabs the chanel bag and legs it hand on her arm ❛ let’s get going . ❜ she tells the blonde version of herself , it doesn’t take them long to arrive at her shop . opening the door door , she presses her thumb on the pad and the lights illuminate the whole atmosphere of what amata’s palace was ❛ so what should we do first , where to start ? ❜

♡

Despite their differences, Stassie was grateful their parents still made them appreciate the meaning of family. At the end of the day, that’s all she had. She lets the cool, breezy air flow through her hair, inhaling as her sister drives quickly past people. As they entered her new venue, Stassie twirled in her place to see the masterpiece her sister had pulled off. She always did have a good eye. “It’s so beautiful here,” she said, smelling a bouquet of flowers placed on the front desk. “Facials,” she said, pointing to her healing scars with a disgusted look. “Or massages.”

[alwaysames]

andythane​:

STASSIE AMES | alwaysames

Eyes roll, clearly unamused. Of course she’s related to Aiden, what a shock. Being annoying seems to run in the Ames family, apparently. He takes the coffee the other barista remade for him, giving them a nod before shoving a crumpled twenty in their tip jar for the trouble – He’s not going to take his bad mood out on one of them, just the woman who is apparently part of the 500 million she mentioned before. The use of the word motherfucker pulls a chuckle from him, entertained at how tough she’s trying to sound – Like her full name is somehow going to end this conversation. “That supposed to mean anythin’ to me?” He counters in an even voice, his laugh muffled by his coffee. He moves past her as to make a move to the door, before adding: “You may wanna sign up for a class or somethin’ at the community center. M’worried you’re victim of all’a that literary injustice shit you brought up, Anastasia.” He continues, a mocking tone coming with her name.

♡

Truthfully, she wanted to follow behind him and pull off the jungle scene from Mean Girls but she waited for her bagel to be smothered by cream cheese... slower than a turtle would it seemed. She grew impatient, hearing his comments as he passed by. Her eyes followed him, a grin on her face as he continued taunting her. She loved being questioned because at the end of the day, she still got to lay against her silk sheets without any worries in the world. Except her entire life. She nodded, grabbing the paper bag and headed towards the door, moving past him. “Yep, I’ll get right to it right after you check yourself into an insane asylum, loser,” she said to him, her middle finger launching towards his face as she walked away. 

FIN.

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andrsmarquz​:

STARTER FOR: @alwaysames​

LOCATION: Mama Kay’s

“ANA?” He turns to the nearby woman. She’s a blonde bombshell and the name suits her so he turns the cup for a sign of recollection. The first letters are definitely a-n-a but he can’t make out the rest of it. “This belong to you? She’s been calling it out and was going to throw it away but I told her i’d hold onto it.” He’d be pissed if he came for his coffee to hear it had been thrown out. “Seems like you may owe me one now.” 

She doesn’t but he’s just a man in front of a pretty lady. “I’m Andres.”

♡

“Tell them I’m fucking coming!” She said into her phone as her stilettos clicked against the ground. She was a regular at Mama Kay’s and they had seen enough of Stassie in the early mornings. It was almost a habitual process when she got in– they knew her drink, knew her schedule and knew she received some alarming phone calls. As she stood at the end of the bar listening to her colleague yell over the phone about their frustrations, she shook her head, ending the call. “That’s my government name,” she says, taking the cup from him with a smile. She forgot about rushing now as he stood in front of her. “Maybe one day, baby,” she responded with a wink. 

“Sometimes it’s Anastasia– but most of the time, it’s Stassie,” she introduced herself, extending her arm. “You try to steal every girl's coffee ‘round here?” She teased him, bringing the cup to her mouth as she took a sip.

[alwaysames]

izzyrojas​:

❀

“You picked a real winner,” she mentions, knowing that she too would not be looking to be a stepmom to twins… or a stepmother at all, if she were to be honest. Unless the kid was old enough to head out and live on their own, Izzy isn’t looking to be mom to anyone. “I don’t know yet, still deciding but I need a new one so it has to be cute,” she mentions. Izzy doesn’t have the kind of money that others did so it would be as cute as she could afford of course. “Birthday, no way, hold on,” she says, pulling out her phone to check her calendar. Luckily it was enough notice that Izzy had time available. “We’ve got plenty of time. Hell, I could get my girl, Dani, to do your hair, if you want. Have to make you look fab for your birthday.”

♡

“Don’t I always? The sarcasm spewed from her lips as she spoke. Stassie picked the worst ones, actually. She didn’t do it on purpose but it seemed like all of her choices were self-sabotage. “Well, thanks for letting me know that it’s somethin’ I’m not missing out on,” she told her, grabbing her original clothes to slip back into. “Good luck with that. It took a good seven hours to decide on my newest. Worth it, though,” the blonde informed her. Stassie enjoyed the finer things in life and her cars always represented her taste. “You’re the best,” Stassie assured her, putting a hand on her hand. “You know how to treat a girl right. I can’t wait!” She chimed. “You want to take another look around or ready to head out?”

[alwaysames]

kitaylcr​:

STASSIE AMES ; 

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“You rang me?!” Kit’s expression contorted into deep confusion, wondering why he was been questioned for being concerned. “I couldn’t hear anythin’ but a bunch of noises and then you wouldn’t answer your phone at all.” his gut had been right, Stassie didn’t even need to say anything on the phone and he knew something was wrong. “Someone ran you off the road?” Kit repeated, his expression twisting and turning as he tried to decipher exactly what had happened. “Please tell me you’ve been checked over by a nurse or a doctor.” he took a wide step in front of Stassie to halt her in her tracks, the frown upon his forehead softening as he looked at her almost pleadingly.

Despite her obvious annoyance towards Kit being there, he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her on her own now. She had clearly been through something, and while she possessed this elegance of being strong and independent, Kit would kick himself for walking away from her. “C’mon, let’s get you a shower and some fresh clothes.” his tone was softer now as he began to guide her towards her front door.

♡

She was strong, she was successful, she was independent but whenever she was around him, it was natural for her to give into him. They had something serious at one point and now they were teetering the line of exes and having sex. But could they ever be casual enough with the amount of history they had? “No, I haven’t, it’s not even a big deal,” she said, pressing her thumb on the keypad. She was going to call Remi at some point. The doors unlocked and she let out a deep breath, looking down at the droplets of blood at her feet. Hearing his tone grow softer, she let him in with her. 

“You didn’t have to come,” she said, unbuttoning the white dress shirt she had on. It was ruined and stained and she didn’t want it on. “You mind? I’m in my home,” she said, insinuating the clothes coming off her body. She took off her shirt, left in her lace bra and high waisted pants as she went up the stairs, her body felt like it had been hit by a truck. “You left your watch here, by the way, figures,” she informed him as she entered the grand bathroom, pointing towards the spot he had taken it off at.

[alwaysames]

kitaylcr​:

STASSIE AMES ; 

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At this point, Kit had more tattoos than he could remember. Some of them were sentimental, some came with a story, and some were just down right stupid and meaningless. Watching people figure out which tattoo fell into which category was the best part. Removing tattoos or having them covered up just wasn’t Kit’s style, because in his opinion, what was life if not for a few (or plenty) regrets? But his matching tattoo with Stassie was far from a mistake - at least for Kit, anyway.

“You say that like I tried.” he reminded her, his gaze following her every movement as she poured him a glass of whiskey. Kit was well aware that he had been sending her mixed signals, but telling her the truth was way more complicated. He broke her heart, then drunk dialled her confessing his love, then ignored her for months, then called her again. He didn’t know what direction he was going in, all he knew was that he had been pulled right back in again. “If I wanted to get rid of you, I wouldn’t be here in your apartment.” Kit reached around her for his whiskey, his fingertips resting against hers. His was close enough to murmur his words against Stassie’s ear, his other hand moving to gently rest upon her hip.

♡

At this moment, Stassie couldn’t remember anything of their past. It was a blur and all she could see was his glory. She had picked up her feelings and moved on, after four glasses of wine and two shots later. As his words wrapped around her, her hand slid up his chest, wrapping around his shoulders, a devilish smirk on her lips. She was pushing the limits but she wanted to. What really was off limits with your ex? Especially one you shared a tattoo with. “Shut the fuck up. You did. Remember? We were going to go to the Hamptons for our 4 year anniversary and my graduation when you broke up with me,” her words spewed, as she pushed out of his grip. She wanted him to fight for it. She was sick that way. 

She went back towards the liquor, picking the Amaretto liquor out. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked him bluntly as she began making an Amaretto Sour. She wasn’t naive enough to believe he didn’t have others but as long as he wasn’t committed to someone like he was with her.

[alwaysames]

closed starter: @breemorrow, @maggie--fowler

The past few weeks had been better. Aubrey and herself had joined a professional working women group in Olympus, something they decided to do for themselves and their careers. They had gotten lucky meeting Maggie in the group. The three had grown more comfortable, meeting up with each other for coffee, drinks or just girl things. Stassie had been going through too many girl things. She texted their group chat, asking them if they wanted to get milkshakes at 9 pm. Truthfully, she had a lot on her chest. Finding the familiar red-head and brunette, she slid into the booth with a smile. “Hey, y’all…” her tone was suspicious. For someone whose cleavage was on display most of the time, her turtleneck should’ve been alarming to the general crowd. She was just hiding a hickey from Kit. “Okay, fine, I’ll start. I slept with my fucking annoyingly hot ex-boyfriend,” she admitted to the crowd. “Where’s the waiter? I need a chocolate milkshake. Stat.”