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imessage -> ale & callum

ALEJANDRO: did someone still your clothes again?

ALEJANDRO: sucks for you

CALLUM: yes it does suck for me thank you for your unnecessary opinion

CALLUM: who is this again?

#i felt like an infomercial was about to happen lol #did someone steal your clothes again?#t ;; alcjandrosalazcr

imessage -> open

CALLUM: fucking why do people always take shit that isn't theirs at the gym??

CALLUM: i'm fucking tired of this shit

#nyrp: chat #this is whack but that's my aesthetic #and i'm mobile so wink wonk

bughead

#1. i'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it up ;; visage #bOI

obatlle

KJ Apa in The Hate U Give (2018)

#1. i'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it up ;; visage #chris was so ride or die #get you a man like this

WYATT ;; @wyattkams·

He gave the other male a look, buttoning his suit jacket absentmindedly. “Real helpful advice,” he said sarcastically. Growing up in New York, he probably should have gotten used to all of the shoulder-checks a long time ago — so he did have a point. “You’d have a great career as a psychologist, you know.”

“No problem. I do try my best,” he said as he placed a hand over his chest with a slight bow. “You know, even though you’re being sarcastic, I am going to say that yes, I think I would make a great psychologist as a sarcastic...what’s that word again? Rebuttal. Sarcastic rebuttal.”

#d ;; wyattkams

dearriverdale

#1. i'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it up ;; visage

TERI ;; @terihendrix

“You’re hilarious. A real comic genius, y’know that?” Though despite her words, Teri felt the lightness of a chuckle chime across her vocal cords as they danced through the first half of some overdone Ed Sheeran song. Way too cheesy and cliché, but she supposed having Callum there to take the edge off made it more bearable. “Like a redheaded James Dean. What the hell am I gonna do with you?” Because she could never allow herself to fully admit how deeply every word uttered by the man in front of her now seemed to have a cosmic effect on the way in which she experienced the world. Best to play it safe and cool, holding him close and at arm’s distance all the same. “How can you be so—” Words were cut short as the true festivities began, an announcement of Maya Hendrix as the infamous saboteur and Callum’s work in unmasking her being announced throughout the hall. “Did you do this? Seriously?” She whispered to him before a beaming grin overtook otherwise surprised features, fingers reaching up to his chin, returning his attention to Teri once more. “Ruining that family one night at a time. You might just be going home with me tonight, Savea.”

“I’m thinking of going on the road. Will you come to my shows?” It would probably be far better than what he would ask her to see him do anyway. The fights he did only made his body feel like shit the next day. They payed well though. Nevertheless, the song playing in the background was enough for him to scrunch his nose. It was so overplayed and so very annoying. He had hoped something better would be played. “I would love to see what you would do to me.” It wasn’t like she didn’t already have his heart in the palm of her hand. He didn’t want to say she did, but just the sight of her left him weak. To him, she was perfect. Maybe he was too young to be in love, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was. He would never say it though. The fear of her not returning the sentiment had him making sure he was at a safe distance. He wouldn’t let himself get hurt. However, if he did, he was sure it would be an honor to have it done by Teri Hendrix. — “...Yeah. I aim to please.” It was a lie. Everything about this that he would tell her from now on would have to be a lie. He couldn’t tell her that Maya wasn’t really the Saboteur. He couldn’t tell her he had gotten paid to conspire against the older woman. Callum felt like he was keeping something from her that he shouldn’t, but what could he do? If he said something, what would those hackers do? Would they try to come after Teri? He didn’t care about himself and how people perceived him, but he sure as hell wanted her to have what she wanted. If he had to lie for her to do it, then he would simply have to so just that. With her hand on his chin, pulling him to look into her eyes, he took a deep breath. “Just might? And here I thought I had the rest of the night in the bag.” His eyes flicked down for the slightest of seconds as if to not throw her off about him feeling anything other than excitement about the moment. All he could really feel right now was that he was betraying her. It felt like, suddenly, they were on the same side and facing opposite directions.

#d ;; terihendrix #e ;; winter wonderland

LEVI ;; @levixdubois·

“Well you didn’t even tell me that…what, you were in on this whole thing? Where’s the trust there, Cal?” Levi put his chin in his hand, looking at his best friend, “You do know what I’m talking about.”

“Whatever. I guess we’re fucking even then.” Even though he didn’t want to give in that easily, he did so he didn’t have to waste his energy on an unnecessary argument. He saved that for his fights. “No. I do not know what you are talking about. Nobody is talking about me.”

#d ;; levixdubois

Callum: don't whinge mate

Abel: .....what the fuck

#8. too many white lies and white lines ;; misc #misc ;; abel hendrix

LEVI ;; @levixdubois·

“I’m not being a dick. I could’ve said…well…I’m sure I could’ve come up with some mean shit. How does it feel, though? Being talked about by everyone.”

“Well, you thought I would out you so you clearly don’t trust me, bro. And I’m not getting talked about by anyone. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

#d ;; levixdubois

— closed starter for @levixdubois

“So you still being a dick or do I gotta go find something else to do?”

#d ;; levixdubois

WYATT ;; @wyattkams

“I swear to god, that is the third person who’s run into me today,” Wyatt huffed, brushing off his sleeve where he’d been shoulder-checked by some corporate minion with a toupee. “Am I just invisible? Or is there actually a sign attached to my forehead that says, ‘give me shoulder damage’?”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the guy. Callum was not sure how he got himself into the kind of situations where he had to talk to people all the time. “Unless the writing is ridiculously small, I don’t think you have a sign on your forehead. Stop whinging, mate. You’ll be fine.”

#d ;; wyattkams

NADIA ;; @nadiajoscph

It had certainly been quite a couple days for the raven haired beauty. Her phone practically worn from the amount of text messages and calls she’d received since Maya’s…rather unfortunate night at the Winter Wonderland Ball. As her personal assistant, anyone who couldn’t reach the interior designer of the hour felt the need to contact Nadia instead. Completely unaware of her true identity as the blogger they all loved to hate. “If you’re here to ask about Maya I’m afraid I can’t disclose anything, so you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

Surely any innocence he had been hoping to achieve was tainted now. The Collective had made sure of that. The only thing he could think to do was go right to the source. Maya Hendrix. Luckily, or unluckily, he didn’t bump into her. Instead, he ran into someone else entirely. He wasn’t really sure who she was, but she knew the woman he was looking for. “Oh no, I’m not trying to talk to her at all. I think I’ve got the wrong place. But how is she though? I’ve heard the terrible news. Obviously.”

#d ;; nadiajoscph