* / ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎, 𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛 & 𝑒𝑙

[kaidenfm]

three months away was a long time . it wasn’t that he didn’t want to reach out to ronan , he was one of his best friends , but at the same time he didn’t want to have to address all the ways his drinking had affected his relationships . pulling open the door the others trailer sticking his head in as he shouted , “ marco ! ” @attzntionofmars​

[attzntionofmars]

hearing the sudden call from the entrance of his trailer, ronan is surprised given everyone knows better to just come in without knocking. the moment he sees kaiden, his falls falls even more. ever since three months ago after their fight and when kaiden was essentially all over the news for... well, what he did, ronan tried his best to be there for him in uncharacteristic way ronan could never be for anyone. all to be simply ignored. he only raised his brows at kaiden and bluntly says, “ get out. ”

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starfletcher​:

she  considered  mentioning  what  her  spiritual  journey  consisted  of  but  when  the  girl  said  she  missed  her  too  ,  star  just  grins  ,  wide  and  childlike  .  if  there  was  one  person  she  really  did  hate  letting  down  then  it  was  her  best  friend  but  things  seemed  to  take  their  crazy  turns  ,  she  had  missed  out  on  a  lot  in  the  others  life  too  .  sticking  her  tongue  out  in  a  tease  before  speaking  next  ,  “  if  i  was  going  to  tell  anyone  all  my  secrets  then  it  would  be  you  ,  “  she  rests  her  elbows  back  down  shifting  around  and  then  admits  ,  “  i  was  mainly  with  jessie  .  i  guess  he  wasn’t  so  bad  ,  “  it’s  a  strange  thing  to  say  about  something  she  constantly  annoyed  who  wasn’t  even  around  anymore  .  the  two  of  them  had  hated  each  other  .  “  nothing  really  happened  ,  “  a  shrug  and  it  seems  that  she’s  probably  telling  the  truth  …  which  is  odd  in  itself  .  “  i’m  back  now  .  i  couldn’t  leave  my  bestie  alone  forever  .  what  would  you  do  without  me  ?  “

hermina can’t be mad at star for long, that much she knows, especially when she forces herself to think i’m only a friend, not her mother. but she may as well have been the better version of so in terms of wanting to endlessly give good advice out of worry for her being. “ you let me in on them without me even needing to ask, is not like i have a choice whether i want to listen to them or not. ” she joked. then, hearing what she had essentially missed out on, hermina blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath. “ ... okay, how did that go ? ” upon hearing the answer, hermina shrugged lightly. “ is that really all ? i mean come on, all this time you were gone--with him, and nothing really happened ? ” it sounded weird, but even if nothing didn’t happen, good on star, she guesses. “ ha, absolutely nothing. ” dramatically said hermina. “ i’ve lost all control, for all we know an old star 2.0. ” she laughed. 

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maelcouto​:

mael is so out of it, he doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. in fact, he doesn’t even notice that it’s ronan right away. he feels himself being yanked from the guy who had been treating him the whole night and then before he knows it, the man is being punched and kicked to the floor. his vision is so utterly fucked right now, it’s a miracle he doesn’t fall straight to the ground when he’s no longer leaning against the much older male. he can’t recall that this is the best thing that could have happened to him tonight because he really would have no memory of the way the man touched him tomorrow, simply because at the moment, he really doesn’t care, even though he should. he watches, with blurry, dream like vision, as the other is doubled over in pain from the blows that were sent his way, feeling confused with just about everything right now. that is, until he feels a strong pair of hands grip onto his bare arms, almost as if to keep him upright. mael blinks, not fully comprehending what was happening until he hears that voice, in a distorted manner, that he unfortunately recognizes, no matter how fucked up he is. he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he just stares at him for a minute. it’s like he’s staring at him, but not actually looking. his expression is blank, very unlike mael. he’s there physically, but he’s not there mentally, and it’s at that moment that it hits him  –  i really wanna lay down right now. still, he manages to respond back to him. “what in the world was i fucking thinking?” he repeats, a longer pause than necessary. “maybe… that you shouldn’t really care what in the world i was fucking thinking.” and there it is. that nonchalant attitude he’s been giving him since he decided to stomp on his heart in front of everyone. no matter how messed up he is, mael doesn’t think he could ever forget that. he grabs onto ronan’s wrists softly and removes the grip he had on his arms, somehow ( miraculously ) keeping his balance in tact even though his legs felt like jelly right now, loose, like he didn’t weigh much, or anything at all. “leave,” a hiccup, “me alone. you’re mean.” as if he hadn’t just saved him from what could have been a very messy situation, but mael isn’t seeing that right now. in fact, he’s not seeing much of anything. to get his point across, he ( very weakly ) shoves him across the chest, though it genuinely does absolutely nothing. that doesn’t prevent him from walking ( or more like stumbling ) away from ronan and onto a middle alley nearby where he proceeds to slump towards the ground, until he’s basically laying down on it, not really caring if people were watching or not.

ronan tried his best to look into mael’s eyes, but he knows very well mael isn’t even really there--if not, at all. he listened carefully to mael’s response, and the moment the slurred words left him ronan felt anger wash over him and the need to punch. not mael, of course, but the guy that had just scrammed in the other direction, and only because ronan wouldn’t dare punch himself in public like this. of course, this would all circle back to ronan. how on earth could he have just believed that mael moved on ? after having humiliated him in front of the whole of palmwood studios ? this is all his fault and ronan can only wish he could desperately think of a way to fix this. when mael’s soft touch removed was felt on his wrist, ronan felt a shiver run up his skin from how cold they felt and all of a sudden, he couldn’t help but let go. he found himself looking up, helpless at the other man when the latter couldn’t even take note of it. he feels vulnerable, powerless that he can’t do anything because should he force mael to come with him then ronan thinks he’d be no better than the creep that he scared off. when mael told him to leave, just before ronan can even say ‘no’. he is called mean. and perhaps, no matter how childish the word sounds when being said like that, it is the one thing that pierced through ronan the most. even more when he felt the ( weak, in every way ) shove at his chest, ronan only stares at mael in an incredulous and at loss manner. for a moment, the actor found himself looking elsewhere other than mael as he walked off. he wants to do something, god he wants to fix this situation because ronan is a dickwad for feeling the way he is but he has come to appreciate mael in a way he has never appreciated anyone before. it’s not unfair, it can’t be unfair, when he has pushed away so many people before and the only one he wants is now pushing him away. there we go, he tried--did he try hard enough ? does he even know how to--next thing he hears is something hit the snow, and when he looks over, his heart nearly fell to his gut. “ mael ! ” he rushed over to his unconscious body. ronan cradles him up to his chest and checks his breathing, it’s most unlikely that mael has actually dropped dead but the possibility still scared ronan’s brain. and once checking he was still breathing, but body ever so cold--ronan, with a sigh, did what only he could think to be appropriate at a time like this. he picked up mael and walked with him back to his car, hoping to take care of him for the night.  

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camiloincanti​:

closed starter for @attzntionofmars​

camilo is widely known for getting himself into shit he’s unsure how to get himself out of. his whole life, money has spoken for him, gotten him out of any sticky situation he found himself in, but now? he wasn’t sure how money was supposed to get him out of this one. if only he didn’t think with his dick more than half of the time, he wouldn’t be in this mess, and even though technically, they’re not even really together, he wishes they were. he doesn’t think that’s going to happen now, because everyone thinks of him as a damn cheater, despite them not knowing the details of their so called ‘relationship’. he’s standing near one of palmwood’s secluded buildings, looking down at his phone to see if she texted back ( she hadn’t ). they agreed that they would meet here, but part of him is thinking she might have stood him up, and he doesn’t blame her. camilo is about to leave, until he see’s her figure coming into view. what does he say to her? how does he make this okay? he’s never had this problem before and he isn’t sure how he feels about it. “hi.” is all that leaves his mouth.

hermina was tired, to say the least, having dealt with valentinna had been no easy feat for her ( emotionally ) and neither had been dealing with her manager badgering her with questions as to why she wanted to end the contract between her and camilo. hermina, despite her need to keep composure, felt cheated. not from the fact that camilo had slept with someone else, but that after years of being hurt over people and she finally opened herself romantically again, it comes to bite her in the ass. she gave him one chance, and she wouldn’t be foolish enough to give camilo another. so, she dealt with it instantly, the quicker she’s done with him, the better. she signed the termination of the contract of their relationship and had already deleted all the posts she made about camilo on social media, there was no need to even worry about the people already commenting on twitter or even instagram about it. the moment she saw camilo, hermina felt herself want to hit him over and over, cry over how much of an asshole he was--but she keeps her composure. she disregards his meak greeting and gets straight to the point, “ our contract is over. ” she states bluntly, not their relationship, because the reality was that there never was one, so she can’t even say ‘let’s break up’, “ all that’s needed now is you to sign on your end to terminate it officially, so please do that when you have the time-- ” hermina is holding herself back so well, but perhaps she could allow herself some resentment in all of this. “-- if you’re not all over valentinna, that is. ” she shrugged as if it didn’t matter. which is a half-lie and half-truth, because it didn’t matter anymore but deep inside, to her it still hurts. 

[attzntionofmars]

valtinnamadrigal​:

valentina never regretted      any choice      that she made      and       certainly fucking      camilo wasn’t going      to be a      one - time     thing ,     she already     had him       wrapped      around     her finger .     there is      only       so much     that he wouldn’t     do    for   her .     a birkin bag     hanging on     her     left wrist ,      while the other carried her     thermo with     her     tea.     chestnut hues      focused      on the phone    in     her hand      and      it’s not     until     she feels     the      bump into     her     frame ,      that a sigh escapes      her lips ,     ready to     rip      whoever’s     head decided     to bump     into      her     but    as soon     as      she saw ,     who     it was .      the usual     devious grin      taints her features .     ❛ don’t be sorry     ——     just    be     careful . ❜     she muses towards       hermina     and      flips ,      onyx tresses      over      her shoulder .      ❛ hermy     is     it ? ❜      she    knew    her name    but     what was     the fun     in playing    nice .     ❛ do you    need     something ——-    or     are you going     to just     stand     in     my     way ? ❜ 

the moment hermina saw the grin that took her devilish features, hermina felt something inside her want to shout up in anger, break something or fight something like it did when she was a teen and didn’t know hold to reel her emotions in. but now as an adult, she dealt with it better, her anger would transform itself into nonchalance, her expression offering nothing but coldness as valentinna acted as if she was better than hermina. she wasn’t, valentinna needed attention and needed a confidence boost to the point she embarrassingly needed a man to achieve said feelings--hermina put herself above it. the mocking warning had hermina twitch her lips, she was no child. “ i’m still going to be in your way for something actually. ” she said, voice light before she spits out. “ just to tell that if you needed my boyfriend for some pathetic confidence boost for an hour to make you think you’re above every one and me included, you could’ve told me... ” she takes a deep breath before huffing, “ i would’ve booked you for a plastic surgeon to get rid of the wrinkles i’m sure you’re worried about. you know, a real good face lift if you will, it’s... clearly needed. i’m sure it isn’t easy to be at this age, clearly desperate for attention and need some younger guys to make you feel confident. ” shrugged hermina. valentinna wants to play the bitch game ? hermina can play it too even with the inner turmoil she has. 

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delphieacres​:

rolling  her  eyes  as  the  other  cackles  like  a  witch,  it  was  rude  of  delphina  to  believe  irene  couldn’t  hide  her  true  identity,  her  talent  didn’t  spread  that  far.  “  you  live  off  of  anyone  you  think  you  own.  you’re  a  leech,  irene.  “  she  states,  matter  of  factly.  though,  she  was  not  her  normal  self,  it  persuaded  her  to  be  more  open  with  others  and  her  opinions  of  them.  consider  it,  an  advantage  and  disadvantage.  the  thought  of  her  grandfather  now  had  dispersed  into  thin  air,  as  if  she  was  of  sound  and  mind  all  this  time.  her  mind’s  games  however  weren’t  done  yet.  with  ease,  she  dissolves  into  irene’s  embrace.  hands  resting  flat  on  the  other’s  chest.  her  embrace  was  warm,  despite  her  stone  cold  heart.  “  am  i  supposed  to?  “  she  raises,  brow  quirked  and  head  tilted.  deep  down,  she  was  still  a  sucker  for  the  redhead’s  sly  antics.  “  you  were  just  calling  me  a  clown,  and  now  i  look  good?  “  she  scoffs,  but  looks  up  through  her  long  lashes.  a  gaze  she  knew  irene  used  to  enjoy.  “  surprised  you’ve  even  considered  doing  this  in  public,  never  had  you  down  as  an  exhibitionist.  i  must’ve  had  some  impact  on  you,  it  seems.  “  she  coos,  plump  lips  inches  away  from  the  other’s. 

at this point, whatever attempt of getting back at irene that delphina could conjure, it would completely come in one ear and come out the other. the advantages of being irene was that she wouldn’t care about people talking back or talking shit to her unless she actually cared about them. irene felt her body naturally relax as it should did when she won in seducing someone, “ that’s a question only you can answer, delphie. ” she hummed, but softening her smile at the edge as if to make it look like she cares. “ i missed you though, how could i not ? to miss your pretty face, voice... ” she let her hand come up to caress her cheek. “ especially the sounds you make when i turn you on. ” she giggled. witnessing the look delphina gave her through her lashes had irene briefly swiping her tongue across her lower lip, a snack would do her good tonight. “ oh, baby, of course you had an impact on me. ” said irene, not going to be the one to chase this whole interaction so she’ll make delphina want her more instead ( if she isn’t already ). “ you are always worth chasing even in a room full of people, having you seen the way you look tonight ? ” her hands came round to grip the redhead’s hips before caressing the same area. “ i wouldn’t mind giving in to your kinks for once. ”

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starfletcher​:

if  there  was  one  person  that  she  should  have  known  she’d  never  get  around  then  it  was  mina  but  she  still  grins  at  her  very  best  friend  ,  a  glimmer  of  knowing  in  her  gaze  that  passes  quickly  .  “  i  was  having  an  adventure  ,  learning  how  to  be  me  …  cutting  loose  ,  “  and  it  wasn’t  exactly  the  first  time  but  she  had  really  been  under  the  radar  for  once  instead  of  splashed  over  the  front  cover  of  magazines  ,  a  low  profile  more  disturbing  than  her  normal  reckless  behaviour  to  some  .  “  don’t  worry  ,  i’m  back  now  .  i  lived  ,  learned  ,  went  on  a  spiritual  journey  ,  “  she  made  a  weird  humming  sound  as  if  she  was  meditating  ,  eyes  shutting  for  a  split  second  before  reopening  as  she  winked  pressing  a  kiss  to  her  fingers  and  then  pressing  it  against  hermina’s  nose  .  “  i  missed  you  ,  “  and  with  the  same  uselessly  flippant  energy  as  her  twin  ,  she  grins  as  if  nothing  ever  happened  at  all  .  

“ learning how to be you... well, i do wonder what the 2.0 version of you may be. is it more toned down than the original ? ” questioned hermina with a sharp raise of brow, her friend’s lightness completely flying over her head. if star wished to go on some hippie journey to become a tree hugger and speak with grass and conspire with the birds, hermina was all for it--but she would’ve appreciated some communication from the other end. she listened to the last bit of star’s speech, blinked in surprise when star placed on her fingers on hermina’s nose, truly brushing everything to the side. hermina wants to say more, wants to chide more at star for being so flippant, as per usual... but she can’t find the energy to. so, with a sigh, she waves her white flag. “ ... i missed you too. ” relented the actress, shifting in her seat a bit more comfortably to bring her fist, resting her cheek on it. “ i’m assuming you’ll me all about your hippie, tree-hugging experience if that’s the case ? all the secrets the birds and worms keep to themselves ? ”

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maelcouto​:

closed starter for @attzntionofmars​

he was always one to go over the top, so the fact that it’s his birthday? gives him more of a reason to go crazy. mael tells himself that he’s going to the club for a maximum of two hours, so he can make it back on time to eat a birthday dinner with his sister and his father ( their usual tradition ), but before he knows it, it’s drink after drink for him, and he’s absolutely gone. so gone, he doesn’t realize it’s been far longer than two hours. so gone, he doesn’t hear or feel the constant dinging and vibrating of his phone, unread messages and missed calls from his family piling up with each passing moment. he goes to the bathroom with a guy old enough to be his father ( this guy is, in fact, considerably older than his actual father ), and in one of the stalls, he starts taking lines that are offered to him by this man. mael assumes that what he’s taking is coke, but after a minute or so, the room begins to feel like it’s somewhat funneling on him, like he’s in some type of dream. that’s when it hits him  –  this is ketamine. still, he’s sad enough on the inside that he leans down and takes another line, now actually stumbling out of the club, wearing nothing but a sleeveless crop top and jeans, despite the weather turning colder with the season, but the truth is? he doesn’t feel anything. he can barely even feel his feet inside his high top air force nike sneakers, let alone how considerably cold it is tonight. he’s so out of it, he doesn’t even notice the guy who had given him the drugs and bought him drinks all night long followed him outside. “god, it’s cold for los angeles, don’t you think? aren’t you cold?” mael can hear him speak, somewhat distorted and far away, but he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he turns towards him slowly, looking like he was there physically, but his mind was just gone. “nah. where’s your car?” he finally asks, voice slurred as he runs a hand underneath his nose and inhales. “i called an uber. i wanna keep you warm in the meantime.” and just like that, he feels his hand enter the front of his jeans, inside his briefs, but again, mael doesn’t say anything right away. “do you have more of what you gave me at your house?” he finds himself asking instead, not exactly caring about anything else right now. “yeah, anything for you. you’re so beautiful. you remind me of my ex boyfriend when i was twenty five… he was puerto rican too.” the younger male makes no attempt to correct him at all. instead, mael rests his head against his shoulder as he feels his neck being attacked with open mouthed kisses, on the verge of passing out, but, he’s determined to prolong… whatever this is, if it meant forgetting about everything for free, if it meant receiving attention from someone who was clearly infatuated with him, even if mael couldn’t be less interested.

it had been eating ronan alive, to say the least. and after his talk with camilo which was, in the most literal way, a cold bucket of water bringing reality. he decided it was about time he stopped acting like a 12-year-old when he was actually ( painfully ) 30. it had been mael’s birthday, but after the brazilian had blocked and with no other way to contact him, ronan only relied on internet rumours and witnesses on twitter saying they saw him out in some club in los angeles. so, he did what he considered was the most logical thing... drive out at midnight to wait outside said club for mael... like some creep, he realises belatedly as he stood outside in the cold. ronan then has many thoughts running through his head as he did so, what would say, what he would upon seeing ronan and what would the man himself do with mael’s reaction--but not to worry. he had the next 2 hours to consider them thoroughly as he stood outside. ronan had lost count of minutes, only focusing on the door, hoping to see mael either calmly walk out of it at some, or he also envisions the male laughing, throwing his head back with the beautiful smile ronan knows he has. the audacity he has to even think of it after all the things he did, mael really deserves better but... ronan is here to apologise for sure this time. knowing he’d been wrong all the times he thought he was right, he was here for the last time, and if mael wanted to punch him or slap him or kick him he was more than welcomed to, ronan really deserved it. but what ronan doesn’t expect is to witness mael stumble his way out... with some old cunt that was triple his age, perhaps more. ronan furrowed his brows, slowly leaning away from his car and when mael turned to face him, ronan was ready to call out to him when he witnessed the guy bringing him. next thing he witnesses is the saggy looking guy slither his disgusting hands in between him and mael, ronan has tunnelled vision. he’s heard in movies, read in books, that when people are so focused on something that made them angry, that they see red or they were blinded with anger. but no, he’s so damn focused on the guy that is carrying himself away in taking advantage of mael’s state by even placing his slobbered lips on his skin and the way he just keeps going so that ronan doesn’t miss his target, that ronan can’t think of even taking his eyes away. he yanked at mael’s arm, flinging his body away from the--ronan wrinkles his nose at the bodly odour from the guy, it’s beyond disgusting--guy and doesn;t even allow a word to leave the mangly old snake. ronan has never clenched his fist so hard, or even punched anyone as hard as he did the old guy. he felt something warm explode onto his cold hand, but he hadn’t care to look down at the blood before he kicks at the man’s fallen body. “ what the fuck is wrong with you ? taking advantage of someone when they can’t even be aware of that ? you should punch yourself for even thinking about it. ” hissed ronan, compensating the guy with the stomp to his crotch, not caring for the scream of pain. “ that’s what you get for just touching him you old cunt, you’re lucky i’m too worried about him to call the police on you or better yet kill you. ” he spat down at him. “ scram, you fucking piece of shit. ” ronan found himself quickly turning to mael, grasping both of his arms firmly and trying to find some sort of actual connection to consciousness in his eyes to the point his expression somewhat falls from anger to worry, “ mael, what in the world were you fucking thinking ? ” 

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» delphina ( ex*80 )

DELPHINA: but you expect everyone to compliment you, right? get over yourself

DELPHINA: and what if it is? not my fault people are more willing to share their bodies with me

DELPHINA: like mael taking you back? how is that going?

RONAN: naturally, it's what i deserve.

RONAN: you... did not.

MESSENGER: you are no longer able to message "ronan 👺"

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» camilo, euphoria fez actor

HERMINA: i need to talk to you.

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delphieacres​:

she  was  too  far  GONE  to  feel  effected  by  irene’s  spite,  it  simply  went  over  her  head.  “  it  is  halloween  season,  after  all.  “  she  responds,  unfazed  by  the  obvious  insult.  “  at  least  i  require  a  costume  to  look  the  part,  yours  is  permanently  fixated.  “  she  bites  back,  she  was  indeed  a  mess  but  considered  herself  a  hot  one.  “  if  you  must  know,  it’s  others’  lipstick  stains.  jealous?  “  she  flaunts,  anyone  else  would  know  it  wasn’t  something  big  to  brag  about.  “  no,  what  you  are  is  shit  on  someone  else’s  shoe  like  the  rest  of  us.  “  she  breathes,  attention  flicking  between  her  and  the  gentleman  down  the  street  to  check  that  he’s  still  around.  then,  she  was  a  little  taken  back  by  irene’s  spontaneous  backhand  compliment.  “  if  you  want  to  bed  me,  you’re  gonna  have  to  try  harder  than  that,  my  love.  “   if  she  was  honest,  she  was  no  longer  thinking  about  her  grandfather.  point  to  irene,  nil  to  delphina’s  puppet  master.

irene tilted her head to the side, a leisurely smile on her lips at delphina’s flaunt. she only blinks at delphina’s comeback, chuckling that the girl could even compare the two of them and call them the same. irene may be shit, but she knows she is golden shit, not like the rest. she values herself far too much to let such comments get to her head with ease. “ i need to try harder ? ” she questioned with a chuckle, leaning off the balcony. irene could let herself have some fun with her ex for the night. once taking note that delphina was no longer interested in searching for the ilusion figure of her grandfather, a wolfish grin takes place on her lips. her hand slithers with ease around delphina’s waste before she could even consider pulling away, pressing her body to the other redhead’s. looking straight into delphina’s eyes, brushing their noses as she lets her lips hover over the girl’s cheeks before she whispers in her ear. “ come on, puppy, you really don’t miss me one bit ? ” she let her voice take on a soft tone before pulling away. “ and with how good you look... not even to give me a chance ? ” her hands slid to the curve of her back and bottom, caressing at her lower back with intention.

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» couto, mael.

mael [unsent message]: you take your apology back? please, enlighten me on when it is that you apologized, or even showed any intentions to make any change at all. send me a screenshot of when you, ronan madison, apologized to me. i don't need you wanting to apologize because you feel bad, you should apologize because you're genuinely sorry for all the shit you've done, not so you can have a clean conscience. you are just further proving to me that you're not at ALL sorry for all the emotional damage you've caused me, for how much you've hurt me, and then you wanna excuse yourself by telling me it's my fault because you're a dick and i should have known that. i was giving you the benefit of the doubt because that's just the type of person that i am, but you didn't deserve that. in fact, you don't deserve anything at all. you are selfish, entitled, mean and immature and i feel sorry for you. you don't have the right to feel angry with me because i'm not being 'nice' enough for you to feel like i'm worthy of an apology from your end. you really have the audacity to think i should be a decent human being towards you when you were, and continue to be, anything but THAT. i don't owe it to you to be nice to you. in fact, i don't owe you jack shit. you can keep your half assed 'i wanted to apologize' charade to yourself because i don't want it. i am so fucking sick of your shit. i am so fucking sick of you. you can honestly just fuck right off and lose my number.

Free Msg: Receiver couto, mael unable to receive message - Message Blocking is active.

RONAN: hello.

RONAN: why did you type away for like... 5 minutes and just stop????

RONAN: are u serious???? u haven't got anything to say??

RONAN: really??

RONAN: ... my messages are not going through are they?

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» delphina ( ex*80 )

DELPHINA: ...thank you :)

DELPHINA: i'm sorry but when did YOU ever go around complimenting people? am i not allowed to be taken back just a little?

DELPHINA: oh how could i forget that your wank bank is overflowing at the seams🙄 silly me!

DELPHINA: you wish you could get what i've sent to finn, they don't need them. they've got plenty ;)

RONAN: never, i can't compliment people too much it would get to their heads. i'm doing them favours by keeping them humble.

RONAN: oh pls, like your wank bank isn't bigger than mine. you're not making any strong argument here, delphina.

RONAN: i don't actually, i've better things to wish for.

RONAN: give them to ur fans or wtv, convince them you're hot or not, idc.

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delphieacres​:

usually,  an  event  like  this  wasn’t  one  delphina  would  acquaint  herself  with.  she  wasn’t  one  to  socialise  at  grand  premieres,  she’d  make  an  appearance  for  the  press  but  then  excuse  herself  before  the  chaos  of  the  after-party  arrived.  truthfully,  irene   intimidated  the  redhead.  attractive  but  deadly,  someone  delphina  didn’t  want  to  mess  with.   but  obviously,  she  wasn’t  in  the  correct  frame  of  mind  and  had  no  control  over  what  she  thinks  aloud.  “  fuck  off,  irene.. “  she  spits,  a  glare  directs  itself  towards  the  other  before  trying  to  look  around  her  in  the  direction  of  her  supposed  grandfather.  “  do  you  know  what’s  embarrassing?  you  acting  like  you’re  better  than  everyone  else  when  we’re  all  out  here  trying  to  make  ends  meet.  now..  if  you  don’t  mind,  i  have  to  go  and  talk  to  my  grandfather.  or  do  i  have  to  wait  to  be  dismissed  by  your  honour?  “  she  asks,  but  pushes  herself  away  from  the  wall  before  irene  had  the  chance  to  answer.  she  looks  at  the  other  up  and  down,  a  FIRE  present  in  her  gaze.  “  get  a  grip.  “  she  mocks,  knowing  that’s  something  she’d  would  more  than  likely  say. 

irene feels her rouge lips quirk up in an amused but venomous smirk, how original, she thought tiredly as she sipped from her cocktail glass. looks like the little puppy is off the rails, she cooed at the back of her mind with an amused chuckle leaving her. unimpressed, she listened to delphina’s... should she call it a rant ? no, it sounded too childish to be one. blinking owlishly as she stared at her ex dead in the eye, when the other redhead pushed herself off the wall and mockingly asked her for permission, irene couldn’t contain herself and cackled. “ ah, you’re too much of a clown, delphina. oh look, you’re also wearing the look too with the hair and make up... is it really blush or are you just too drunk that it’s coming off on your cheeks ? minchia, you really chose to dress the part tonight. ” irene cast down her gaze to her drink. “ i don’t act like i’m better than others, i am and i know it. if other people are struggling then perhaps they should work harder. you don’t know what struggle is to say that. ” she graciously sipped the last of her drink, placing it on the counter, leaning back on it with both of her elbows as she had lips wide into a smirk, “ get a grip, puppy. you’re literally loose at the seams if you think the dead can come back to life. you want to be an idiot, be my guest... at least you’re still looking hot doing it. ” she arched a brow, eyeing delphina up and down in return. “ i’m willing to take the risk and have you even dumber by the end of the night, if you will. ” 

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closed starter for @valtinnamadrigal​​

hermina had heard about it in passing, people whispering about camilo cheating on her with valentinna. she didn’t believe it, didn’t want to--she had no right to have any feelings about it. camilo and her weren’t real, they were only for the eyes of the public. but they slept together and she told him she liked him, hermina has yet to sort her thoughts as she’s walking around set, attempting to get distracted with work when lo and behold: the devil herself. she bumps into someone, “ ... oh, sorry, ” apologised hermina and when looking up to see valentinna, she bristled slightly. “ valentinna... hi. ”

[daringonesarchive]

“do   you   ever   get   nervous   before   filming   a   sex   scene?”   cheeks   tint   rose   as   she   gives   an   embarrassed   smile,   tucking   strands   of   brunette   locks   behind   her   ear,   “probably   sounds   STUPID   but   i’m   filming   my   first   sex   scene   tomorrow   and   i’m   kind   of   nervous.   lame,   right?”

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elvira slowly turned to face lacey, feeling mildly annoyed she allowed such a stupid question interrupt the scrumptious bite she was about to take from the subway she’d bought. “ nah, for my first sex scene i was feeling disgusted. ” she revealed. “ having to see a guy shirtless is already gross enough, then needing to pretend to have sex with them ? thank god there’s money involved. ” she scoffed, taking the biggest bite from her baguette. “ let it bother you or not, i don’t care. if you feel uncomfortable though, get on top of him and do the dominance t-pose, works to put them off every time. ”

[merma1ds]

             *  LIGHTS,  CAMERA,  ACTION   /  open  starter

                                         location:  premiere  after-party,  outside

ears  buzz  with  the  vibrations  of  club  music,  jaw  swinging  as  a  result  of  whatever  she  had  swallowed.  heels  broken,  tights  snagged  and  hair  nothing  short  of  a  mess.  no  idea  why  she  was  out  in  the  cold,  stumbling  with  a  bottle  of  champagne  in  hand.  she  falls  against  the  wall,  elbows  scraped  to  join  the  others  scattered  over  her  legs  which peak  through  the  ladders  in  her  tights.  hyper-fixates  on  a  body  in  the  distance,  eyes  squint  to  focus.  “  tadcu.  “  she  whispers,  mostly  to  herself.  “  hey!  “  she  yells,  words  drawling.  “  do  you  see  that  man  over  there?  “  she  asks,  pointing  with  the  bottle.  “  he’s  my  grandfather.  “  now,  this  would  be  a  good  prank  -  but  most  of  the  people  here  knew  her  grandfather  had  passed,  years  ago. 

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frankly, this premiere after-party had been boring the whole world out of irene. the music was far too loud, people were far too sweaty, men and women alike that came up to her were far too creepy she would have to pour drinks on their outfits ( ten and counting ) to get them off her case. it should be a crime for an after-party to be this bad. she heard the faintest hey over the loud music, but didn’t even bother to turn to it up until she feels a body rubbing on hers. irene is ready to tackle the person to the ground when she faces... delphina. an confused arch of brow tugs as she points into somewhere in the crowd. she barely even looks in the direction of it, knowing the talk of said person at the end of delphina’s pointed finger is not her grandfather as she says for them to be. “ ... your grandad is dead, delphina, that’s not him. ” she puts it out bluntly on a silver platter. “ and compose yourself, it’s a bit embarrassing to be embarrassing your grandad’s name and saying he looks that bad. ” she adds after taking a look at the person delphina had pointed to.