hoo am i?

the only way out is through

[belindacordero-blog]

noahbordeaux:

          Noah almost glared at the person in disgust; how they prattled on about paying him five bucks for a quick picture of their family; as if he was some freeloader with a camera. Said camera dangled from around his neck, branded with the logo of BITE Inc. on it’s side, a touch that he added for moments like this. Tourists could make him gag. How anybody could dare want to visit a city like this as if it had anything more to offer but congested air and cramped streets. “I’d dream of nothing more than to take a picture of your rotten family,” he mocked out emptily to the woman, “–but I must go.” Tired of the way she droned on, Noah shoved past her, not regarding the strength as she careened into another bystander on the busy NYC sidewalk. At least he hadn’t decided to kill her. 

She’d been watching the man for a few moments. Though her eyes landing on his tall frame, what had kept her attention was the tense way he’d been engaged in the conversation. His disdain was written all over his face, as if no one had ever checked his ego. 

Some men really were human disasters. 

It was only because of this focus when she noticed something fly out of his pocket, and she stepped forward to catch it. 

“Excuse me,” Belinda followed him as he darted into the crowd. She tapped his shoulder. “Hey. Sorry, you dropped something,” she said, holding her hand out. 

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the-arthur-vale:

“I’m so sorry,” Arthur exclaimed as he bumped into someone before recognised who it was. “Belinda!” He exclaimed with a smile. “I haven’t bumped into you for a while.” The two weren’t especially close but Arthur considered the blonde a friend and was always happy to run into her. “And now I just have quite literally. Once again I’m terribly sorry.” He repeated. After living so long in some pretty remote places navigating through the crowds of New York still wasn’t a skill Arthur had remastered. “You know, you should visit the zoo again soon. We recently got Madagascan Red Owls.” He suggested, remembering Belinda’s love for the birds.

@belindacordero

“Arthur, oh my god,” Belinda said, taken aback. The island was small, but overpopulated. She wasn’t used to bumping into people she knew, and seeing Arthur out in public sent a jolt of anxiety through her. The owl comment only fueled the flames. “I- Wow! You remembered. That’s so sweet.” 

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evexofxnight:

Once the two woman finally made it to the bar, she slid onto one of the seats and gave a small hum at the question. Usually she went with a whiskey, but when her and Lucian are together he tends to get a Scotch so she might as well try that. “I’ll go with a Scotch.”

Drinks in hand, she pushed past the line behind her and followed Eve to a tiny table just off the dance floor. “Here you are,” she put it down. “So, why the club tonight?”

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dxrcyraff:

“ You know, I’ve been here for the last two hours, trying to memorize lines for my midterm next month, ” Darcy idly chatted with the person behind her in line at the coffee shop, “ and I’ve bought and eaten almost all of the pastries that they’ve made this morning. It’s a problem. ” She was trying, trying to open up a little bit more since New York seemed to have become her temporary new home. At other places on her nomadic journey, Darcy fell short on the making-friends-agenda. When it was finally her turn to order, she got her usual - large Americano with an extra shot of espresso - before handing over a twenty to the barista. “ Cover the order behind me, too, please? Whatever they want. And keep the change, you guys are great here. ”

The girl was new to New York, Belinda knew immediately, because no one who was from here tried to be this friendly. The brunette in front of her could have been Belinda at eighteen, full of energy, eyes starry with the possibilities of the city. 

“I don’t think the pastry addiction is as bad as you think,” Belinda said, stepping forward to order. “Not if you keep paying for the people around you.” 

She slipped a five dollar bill into the tip jar. “Thanks, though. That was really nice of you.”

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theromanpierce:

He nodded, glancing around as he did to acknowledge that the streets were packed. There were plenty of better places to answer her questions, something he fully intended to do. “Why don’t you help me with these groceries first, and then we can go wherever you want.” Judging by the coffees now all over him and his food, she was off to meet people. It didn’t give them a lot of time to go in-depth about anything, but for all he knew, that was for the best. He wasn’t that ready to divulge everything. She wasn’t the only one trying to keep a secret.

“Oh,” she looked at the bags he had, then reached out to take a couple. “Alright. I probably need to be at work within the hour, though. Let me just text my boss.”

Stepping back, she pulled her iPhone out of the pocket of her blazer. First she shot off a quick text to Jack, then she checked to make sure she was sharing her location with her cousin. This man could be as kind as he liked, but who could guarantee she wouldn’t end up dead, floating in the Hudson? She didn’t even know his name. 

Oh, how morbid. 

“Lead the way, um,..?” she trailed off. 

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julesxdonovan:

“I guess if you’re an interior designer then it’s not creepy. It is art to me. Helping people design the interior of their home makes me happy.”

“Oh I know. Anyone who has seen the inside of your house knows you have some serious talent.” 

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evexofxnight:

“That is a very rare gem to find.” A rich person who is also good in bed, thankfully she already had one of her own. “Anyway, let go get some drinks.I need some alcohol to be around this many people.” She said as she headed towards the door. Most of the time she hated being around other, but there were times like this when she was relaxed and didn’t mind a little fun. Strangers knew nothing about her, so that typically was best.

“I should hope not,” she joked, following behind Eve as the other woman headed towards the door. Belinda made a beeline for the bar, two fingers in the air to call the bartender once she reached her destination. Turning around, she faced Eve. “What would you like?” 

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hanaclarke-x:

To be honest, Hana was a hot mess. She’d spent most of the morning cleaning every inch of her house. Her hair was in a messy bun, her outfit was a pair of sweats and a tank. So hearing the knock at her door had her utterly shocked. She stared at the person on the other side and laughed sheepishly, “to be completely real here…I wasn’t expecting company, but uh…come in.”

“I was in the neighborhood,” Belinda offered. “I’d have brought coffee, but that...ended badly for me last time. Sorry.”

[ghostsandgoblins]

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evexofxnight:

“Ah, dating apps were never really my style. There are far too many middle aged men on there.” She never even attempted a dating app.

“Yeah, why not..” Eve shrugged as she threw her lighter on the ground and stomped it out. Alcohol was always good in ever situation.

“They’re rich,” Belinda shrugged. Then, thinking of Viktor, “and sometimes really good in bed.” 

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theromanpierce:

Roman’s eyes narrowed, mouth tightening as he looked at her. That wasn’t what he meant, and she knew it. But then he really took in the way she looked at him, as if she was a deer in the headlights – something that actually made him want to grin, considering what he saw her fly off as that night. He remembered trying to get through school, trying to make sure only a few knew about his secret. He remembered the hiding.

“No,” he said softly, his eyes boring into hers with a sympathetic gaze. “I remember you from before. When you…” he stopped, letting the answer hang between them. Roman didn’t know who was listening, and she was on edge enough as it was. He finished gathering his spilled groceries and stood, watching her carefully. “I haven’t told anyone, by the way,” he said, quiet and sincere. She’d seen him that night, he was sure. She had to know he knew. And if her lie was anything to go off, she wanted to forget it happened, too. “I promise.”

Shit, he was onto her like moss on a tree. Belinda hadn’t really believed it could work, nor did she believe her performative nonchalance was convincing. 

His, though- the man deserved an Academy Award. His voice tugged at her heart, his sympathy so apparent. Day after day she’d checked the news, half-expecting to wake up every morning to find herself plastered over the news. This man had haunted her dreams for so long, and his knowledge of her secret had almost eaten her alive. The last thing Belinda had expected was for him to be kind.

She didn’t question it. She believed him. 

“Thank you,” Belinda said softly, blinking back tears. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she tugged the lapels of her blazer just so she’d have something to do with them. “I really-,” she paused. “I have a lot of questions, but this might not be the best place to talk.” 

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evexofxnight:

“No, actually. I like to come here alone sometimes. It’s relaxing to sit around and have a drink.You?”

“Just ditched my Bumble date, actually, and now I have a lot more free time than I thought I would.” 

“You wanna grab a drink?” 

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on-pointe-disaster:

“Okay okay… just before we flip. Cant there also be booze along with the ice cream?”

“I’ll do you one better- there can be booze in the ice cream.” 

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jonahrhodes:

Jonah stared in mute horror at the mess the girl had made. “You really need to watch where you’re going or someone could get hurt. Oh wait, it’s too late for that.” 

“Let me know how that plan goes the next time someone rams into you with their elbow,” she snapped back. “Thanks for your sarcasm, though, very helpful.” 

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jak-ryker:

( “Fuck!” ) Jak swore, stepping back immediately. There were protests from the pedestrians behind him that he’d bumped into, but they quickly silenced themselves when they realized he’d got the worse end of the stick in this situation. The scalding liquid drenched his front, mostly invisible on the dark shirt he wore - but effectively burning his skin nonetheless. ( “It’s fine. I’m fine - fuck, that was hot.” ) He lied through gritted teeth.

“Sorry! Ah, damn it, sorry Jak. Definitely not how I wanted to repay my friendly neighborhood bartender.” Short of dabbing napkins all over his front- which, hey, would probably have its benefits- she didn’t really know what to do. “You don’t need to pretend it’s fine, you know, it’s not unmanly to admit a weakness.” 

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viktoralexeev:

He recognized her instantly by the sound of her voice. “Bel.” Tone dry. Expression resigned in the way his brows knotted, mouth twisting up into a smile that was both irked and reluctantly tolerant. And Vik swiped both hands down the front of his shirt in an attempt to minimize the damage, flicking coffee, sugar, and froth to the asphalt.

Typical.

He hadn’t seen Belinda for weeks. And like the hurricane of a woman she was, fate slammed her into him with coffee and–

Was that whipped cream on his slacks?

“Really. Is this your way of getting me to take my shirt off? We’re in public.”

Instantly, her day got better. The familiar voice was like a balm to her heart, and Belinda let out the tense breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. 

“Well well well,” she rolled her eyes, a small smile edging its’ way onto her lips, “The man lives!”

But  relief that she hadn’t made a mess in front of a stranger was mixed with irritation. He’d made himself scarce for weeks, and the only time she’d gotten to see him was when she’d physically barreled into him. 

On accident. 

“Good to know you’re still physically capable of answering a text, even though you’ve been choosing not to.” 

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julesxdonovan:

“I think everyone can. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid for doing a job like this?”

She waved her hand in the air before pointing a finger at herself. “Me. But that’s because going into someone else’s house is more creepy for me than anything. For you I suppose it’s art. And homes are your medium.”