*/ lover of mine

dance around the living room lose me in the sight of you  i've seen the red, i've seen the blue, take all of me

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text  ✉️ noah

noah: i didn't think that far...

noah: and come on, you'd so draw a dick on my cast

noah: dude, i have no idea. but you're right. let's just take a break. probably the smartest, tbh.

noah: so, what do you think will happen? will you be killing your new roommates? do i need to keep my eyes pealed on the news the next couple of days?

belinda: of course you didn't.

belinda: as if you could. i see how smitten you are around flora. it's cute. i approve.

belinda: i would, but, it would be the prettiest dick on the planet. pure art.

belinda: no murder, maybe we'll end up in the hospital but that's about it. believe it or not i don't live to cause chaos. i'll keep my cool as long as they keep theirs.

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dvinefem‌:

francesca rolled her eyes. leave it to belinda to ask such a pointed question. of course, with fran’s devotion to complete candor, it wasn’t such a reach to question whether she’d ever slipped up in secret. “of course i have. if you don’t think you tell lies to your partner, even little white ones, then you’re lying. to yourself.” she puts her cup to her lips with a cavalier shrug, though she can’t help but watch extra carefully to see if belinda sips, too. if belinda can play this game, so can she — she raises her eyebrows as she asks her next question. “never have i ever said ‘i love you’ without meaning it.”

                    giada could sense the air around them grow colder – the four walls surrounding them seemed to be closing in. she gulped down half of her drink as they went on. obviously knowing the two had history, she’d never pick a side.. the girl gave a little nudge to both belinda and francesca. “ guys, this is supposed to be FUN ! ” she whined, pressing her lips together.       “ i’ve never said ‘i love you’ without meaning it.. that’s just cruel. never have i ever asked pointed questions towards my ex during a party game.” brown eyes burning into each of the girls.

            “ i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m having lots of fun. ”  she said throwing a tight smile in giada’s direction. “ neither have i. i don’t say i love you often, but when i do, i mean it. even if the other person doesn’t deserve it ” with that she took a sip of her drink, it wasn’t fair to put gi in this situation, no one deserved to be wrapped up in the mess that was fran and belinda’s relationship. she knew she should be the bigger person and shut this down before things got ugly, but emotions were running high and she was slightly drunk off bad wine. “ okay, since we’re talking about honesty, never have i ever slept with someone my girlfriend - now ex-girlfriend- was really close to. oops, silly me, now i have to drink. ” 

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@ncvxks​

             there was a time when visiting spencer didn’t feel so nerve-wracking. she didn’t know what she was doing here, they hadn’t spoken in months and belinda had spent that time being pissed at him for essentially choosing fran over her. it’s weird how a natural disaster and near-death experience can put things into perspective. after their text conversation, she let herself miss him and the friendship they once had. belinda was no stranger to losing people she loved, and if anything had happened to him she didn’t want a fight to be their last memory. which is why she was leaning against the doorframe, teddy bear in hand looking right at him,  “ hey, you. i know you said you were fine but i had to see it with my own eyes ,” she greeted, letting herself in. spencer looked better than she expected, which forced her to finally relax, “ you’re really rocking the hospital gown. ”  she handed over the present and sat at the foot of the bed. 

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BELINDA : scarlet 

key words: passion, intense, flames. a love that lights you on fire. you don't do anything by halves, and this is doubly true when it comes to love. you're an incredibly intense and complex person. your ideal partner is somebody who can match your intensity and feed the flame that keeps you interested in things. most likely to be great in bed and to break hearts without meaning to, you've probably had few 'casual' relationships and tend to love with your whole heart. 

best matched with: scarlet, mulberry, peacock

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text  ✉️ noah

noah: what was i going to do, hm? i couldn't just let it fall on her. i will try to not get into any more trouble though, i promise. then again, i hope we won't have another disaster on our hands any time soon, so...

noah: you would? well, as long as you don't decorate it with stupid stuff, then i'm all for you doing it! :p yikes. that sounds... interesting. oh, i'm rooming with the girl i used to like who hooked up with my roommate and a girl i really like now, so, that's fun! 🙄

belinda: you could've just shouted at her to get out the way. i'm offended that you think i'd ever do anything stupid.

belinda: yikes x2. when did our lives become such teen dramas? i think it's time we give up girls for good, all they bring is stress and i'm tired.

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sms → belinda

spencer: yeah, that's my bad i'm sorry

spencer: i have no idea what information everybody else has right now

spencer: wait why are you with fran?

belinda: welcome to my world, i never know that the fuck goes on at this school. i don't think anybody died though, so that's good.

belinda: we're rooming together ..... i swear the lord is testing my patience.

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text  ✉️ noah

noah: i was with florence. a tree fell through the window and i pushed her out of the way ( being the hero i am ) and i ended up landing on it wrong. idk, can't really remember how everything happened...

noah: to be honest, it fuckin' hurts

noah: jesus... i'm glad you're okay though, even though you got hit. if you feel sick, tell someone, alright? just... you know, in case you got a concussion. where are you?

belinda: dude, you and your fucking hero complex i swear. thank you for not letting my roommate die but please don't dive headfirst into any more natural disasters. no shit it hurts, but you're a tough cookie and i'm sure you'll power through it. in the meantime i'll decorate your cast.

belinda: it's fine. i don't feel sick anymore. kennedy patched me up, can you believe that? satan's spawn actually helped me and we didn't get into any arguments.

belinda: rooming with my ex and a girl i made out with a party. fun! what about you?

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text  ✉️ noah

noah: i'm okay. broke my hand and can't really feel my fingers

noah: but i mean i'm still, shockingly enough, alive.

noah: what about you? are you okay?

belinda: shit, i'm sorry. you know i'm here if you need anything, right? how did that even happen?

belinda: physically, i'm fine. i got hit in the head with a tree branch and got two stitches. emotionally, i'm stuck in the room from hell so... i might need you to be my alibi if i end up killing somebody.

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text  ✉️ noah

belinda: did you die?

belinda: i mean are you okay?

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sms → belinda

spencer: oh right

spencer: my insulin fell out of my bag before i got to the rec room and my insulin levels dropped too low

spencer: i'm okay now! 😅

belinda: okay maybe next time start with that so i don't think a vending machine fell on you.

belinda: okay good. i can't have you dying on me just yet. i don't have any black dresses.

belinda: btw, if i go missing. fran did it.

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sms → belinda

SPENCER: hey

SPENCER: i know we haven't talked in a while, but ending up in the hospital in a life-threatening coma kind of puts things into perspective

SPENCER: i'm still a little out of it so things aren't making much sense in my head, but i just wanted you to know that i still care a lot about you even though fran ended up getting custody in the divorce

SPENCER: i hope you're well :)

belinda: pardon my french but, what the actual fuck? please tell me this is one of you're shitty jokes that i don't get. what the hell happened? are you okay?

belinda: it's fine i get it, i was the asshole and she was the fun mom. doesn't mean i don't miss you though.

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dvinefem‌:

goldcndays‌:

@bclindas​ & @dvinefem​ !

perhaps ‘never have i ever’ was a childish game, but what else was there to do? fran had one too many, glass of wine in hand, and she was feeling just fuzzy enough to engage in the game ( even despite belinda’s presence ). taking another sip from her glass, she glanced towards the ceiling, deciding to start off with something fairly easy. “never have i ever… skinny dipped.” 

                    “ ooh, i’m in the clear ! ” she chimed. their new digs and roommate conditions may not have been the best for the others, but gi was dead set on turning it into a positive situation. keeping things lighthearted with a party game – what could go wrong ? “ okay, okay. here’s a spicy one. ” she took a poised sip from her glass. “ never have i ever purposely gave someone a fake number at the bar. ”

             “ god, with questions like these i’ll be drunk in twenty minutes,” she said taking another sip from her glass. maybe that was a good thing, if she was forced to live with her ex for a week she was gonna need a good buzz. especially when said ex was doing everything she could to pis her off, even if she refused to show it, belinda was hurt. “ okay, here’s one i’m curious about, never have i ever lied to my significant other.” 

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maitê ✉️ belinda.

maitê: just let her be and pretend she doesn't exist

maitê: focus your own shit for once

maitê: that's what i plan on doing to survive this hell until we get our old dorms back

belinda: hard to do when she's flirting with someone right in front of me.

belinda: bold of you to assume i can't focus on my own shit and play the part of the bitter ex-girlfriend. i'm a great multi-tasker.

belinda: fine. i'll behave.

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maitê ✉️ belinda.

maitê: for the love of god, try not to kill francesca this week. i am literally begging you

belinda: me? what about her? she's the one that keeps glaring at me every chance she gets.

belinda: if looks could kill i'd be six feet under right about now.

belinda: you need better friends.

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maitê ✉️

MAITÊ: am i the only one not completely loving these new dorm assignments?

MAITÊ: i miss the senior suite :(

belinda: no, you're not. i'm literally about to bash my head into the wall.

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desideratvms‌:

      kennedy has half a mind to roll his eyes. “ let’s cut the bullshit, belinda. there’s a natural disaster happening. so just accept my help and leave it alone. ” he was already exhausted, dreading the idea of having to share a damp, cramped rec room with a ton of other students, and of course belinda wasn’t near the top of his list for people to save during a storm. still, he wasn’t a monster, there was no way he was going to leave her outside in these conditions. he ignores her attitude and instead focuses in on what matters, shifting himself to get a better look at the back of her head when she draws her hand back with blood stained fingertips. it’s too chaotic outside for him to really focus, eyes squinting from the mix of water and wind, so instead he nuzzles his arms under her to scoop her up, lifting her as he gets to his feet to walk her inside. once they’re in the calm of the building, he sets her down. “ you should sit if you hit your head. let me look. ”

         “ are you sure i can afford your services ? you know, being so poor and all. ”  she spat out. even though kenny was here to help she still couldn't forgive him for all the things he said before and after their fight. calling her a bitch was one thing- god knows they’ve called each other worse over monopoly- but bringing up her past was simply a hit below the belt. however, kenny was right, she could swallow her pride for a few moments to stay alive. the hit itself wasn’t that bad, but the constant pulsing inside her head was starting to get worrisome. belinda did as she was told and sat still, if she had to get help from a med student she was glad it was the one at the top of the class. “ it’s not that bad, okay ? i know my name, where i am, and who the first president of the united states was. just slap a bandaid on it so we can continue to ignore each other. ”  she brought her hands up to her face and started rubbing at her temples, it hurt more than she was letting on, the urge to throw up lingering in the back of her mind.