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LEXI:

“Call me paranoid, or strange, but I’ve been preparing for this tropical storm I keep reading and hearing about since…this morning, actually. Although, knowing my luck, maybe it won’t hit?”

“You’re not stupid, I would say that’s smart. Better be save than sorry, right? I haven’t prepared for it at all though, and that would usually mean my luck says it’s definitely going to hit... guess we’ll just have to wait and see, right?”

#( interactions. )#int: lexi amaro

VINA:

Vina paused and looked over at the blonde, sighing softly while letting her hands drop to her side. “Actually yeah, before I lose my mind, have you happen to see a ring anywhere? I took it off to wipe my hands from the messy burrito I had.”

“A ring?”, Caroline echoed, her eyes immediately sweeping over the table in front of the other woman. “I don’t think I’ve seen it, but I’m definitely happy to help you look for it. It can’t be that far if you’ve just taken it off to wipe your hands off.”

#( interactions. )#int: vina laurent

“What are you afraid of?” - vic

SENTENCE STARTER MEME

“What are you afraid of?”

The words echoed in the room, quietly spoken, but in Caroline’s head they sounded as if they had been yelled right at her -- because they hit such a weak spot, put a finger right into the biggest wound she had been carrying around for a while now, and had no idea how to close. She had been trying so hard to run away from what she had been afraid of, yet here she was, looking much like a deer caught in the head lights after turning her head away just a second before the other woman could kiss her.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, but that just was a flat out lie. She knew very well what she was afraid of, she was just afraid of showing it to anyone else. She didn’t want anyone to know that it still stuck with her, despite her biggest efforts to try and pretend as if she was completely fine, not bothered by it anymore at all. But that just wasn’t true. How could anyone ever get over something like this? Caroline wondered about that every day. Some people seemed to be good at it, at least better at it than she was.

Without really thinking about it, her hand found Vic’s in a poor attempt to show her it wasn’t her, not her fault, but entirely Caroline’s mess she was about to step into. Fingertips drawing invisible patterns into the other’s palm, she stared at the wall rather than at the woman sitting next to her. “I guess I’m... afraid of getting hurt again.” She had no clue if Vic even knew anything about her past -- she almost wished she didn’t, as the last thing she wanted was to be handled like a doll, even if that was exactly how she presented herself right now. “Of... not being good enough.” Which went for everything, really -- it was a burden she carried every day. Not a good enough sister, a good enough daughter, a good enough friend -- and now, maybe not a good enough kisser or something more. Which was ridiculous, considering she had somehow initiated all of this, but still.

Her fingers now entwined with Victoria’s, a weak smile gracing her lips as she finally gathered the confidence to look away from the wall and right at her. “I’m sorry, it’s not... your fault, I’m just being really stupid right now.” Bringing her free hand up to brush her thumb over Vic’s bottom lip, she slightly shook her head at herself. The weak smile grew into somewhat of a crooked smirk. “Because who in their right mind would ever say no to these lips?”

Throwing all worries over board, or at least she attempted to, she then slowly leaned in, bringing her lips close enough to the other’s that they brushed against them as she whispered, “Just be gentle with me, okay?”

( @viceaston )

#answered #int: victoria easton #what is this #idk #aphroditecassadine

rpmememaker

Sentence Meme sentences

carolinebrager-blog

rpmememaker:

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

“Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

“I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

“I guess this is goodbye.”

“I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

“I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

“I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

“I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

“I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”  ”This is really inappropriate.”

“I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

@sofiaillescas / @leonbeaumont / @jakefcirchild / @zaradavenport

#( memes. )#i'm not gonna reblog on everyone as to not clog the dash but totally open to send for all my babes so i can #write stuuuuuff #go wild

wnq-writers

She will love you unconditionally, and that may be the saddest part about her.

darlap (via wnq-writers)

#( inspiration. )

VINA:

Vina was browsing around for the lost ring she misplaced around here somewhere, it was by far her favorite one she actually bought herself with her first paycheck and now it was gone. She often called it her lucky charm and knew it was stupid to take it off because of the burrito becoming a mess in her hands. “Where the hell is that damn thing.” She grumbled and dropped the item back in place.

Caroline couldn’t help but stare at the woman who seemed to be looking for something. A faintly familiar face, probably because she had seen her somewhere around New Orleans before. At some point, it became too much to watch her, and she cleared her throat, a smile on her lips. “Are you looking for something? Can I help?”

#( interactions. )#int: vina laurent

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CLAY:

Clay flinched back as if she’d hit him. He knew now what had happened between her and the asshole they’d banished from New Orleans, and he couldn’t imagine what it was like to deal with it; then and now in the aftermath. But to hear that she equated all of the club with that one man, was something else. “He’s got nothing to do with any of us. Pop’s been in the club for almost thirty years and your only association is him.” His eyes watched as she got up from the couch, still staying in the entry way between the kitchen and living room. “I did everything in my power to make sure that he was not only gone from the club, but gone from the god damn city. And every one of the boys supported that, to support you.”

“I’m aware of that, Clay. And I’m grateful. I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done in this situation. I’m not -- I’m not associating the entire club with it.” Was it really so bad that she didn’t want to work at the shop, or get involved too much with the club again? Was it so awful that a part of her feared of getting into the same situation again? Her hands raked through her hair, in an attempt to calm herself and not get lost in the memories of her darkest years. “But whatever I’m going to say now, it’s going to be the wrong thing no matter what, and you’re just going to turn it against me. I don’t want to be ungrateful, but I won’t work there. That’s it.”

#( interactions. )#int: clay brager

SCARLETT:

Walking into one of her favorite bars, Scarlett instantly planted a smirk on her face. Seeing who was in the crowd tonight, it was going to be a fun and wild night. Walking up to the bar, she instantly ordered a round of tequila shots for herself and had no problem shooting them down. After a half hour, she was going pee every ten minutes, dancing dirty with both men and women, and having the time of her life. Feeling dehydrated, it was time for another drink. Approaching the bar for the one hundredth time, she was about to demand the bartender to make her a drink before another voice caught her attention. “Hell yeah I do, beautiful!” She exclaimed before she curled her fingers around the shot glass. “Bottoms up!” She said before shooting it down like no one’s business. “Woo!” She said happily, feeling the liquor burn down her throat. “Why do you need only one shot to go on the dance floor? You don’t need any to move your great body on that floor.”

Caroline hadn’t expected anyone to shoot down a free drink, but the excitement the blonde showed was still surprising. She couldn’t help but laugh, lifting her own shot glass up before downing it. By now she had reached that state where she hardly cared about the burn in her throat anymore -- never a good sign, but tonight she honestly did not care. “I need plenty to move my body. I can’t dance at all.” She’d never learned how, and didn’t know her body well enough to move it to the music in a way that didn’t look ridiculous, or wasn’t appealing to others. Shaking her head a little, she ordered for the bartender to bring them another round. “I’ll tell you what, we’ll have another and then you can show me your moves. Maybe I can learn a thing or two.”

#( interactions. )#int: scarlett hemingway

JP:

“Yeah, and he happens to be like a brother to me, so you’re some sort of pseudo-sister too. Lucky you.“ The man deadpanned smugly with a small shrug. Eyebrows raising at her words while he stopped himself from replying. He wasn’t blind, it was obvious she was already drunk by the time he got there. “What? Are you asking me to dance? No fucking way.”

“Lucky me,” she echoed, voice dripping with sarcasm. She usually didn’t mind the whole pseudo-sister thing, as he called it, but when she was trying to get drunk, the last thing she needed was someone watching over her like a big brother. “I’m not asking you to dance. I’m just asking you to have fun. Whatever that means to you. We can also just keep drinking.”

#( interactions. )#int: jp ramirez

VIVIENNE:

“Perfect!” Vivienne motioned the bartender over and ordered another round for the both of them. Not heading straight home from work was worth doing, especially since she was able to recover from the hectic day she was having with good company. “The perks of working there for sure! Have any recommendations for what I should order when I head back over there?” inquired the brunette. Moving from different cities, states, and countries made her bit of a foodie as she was more attracted to wheat they had to offer in terms of culture and food. “Pleasure is all mine and really? I understand doing what you need and can do to make ends meet. However, was there anything you were interested in striving in? Hopes? Dreams?” Vivienne immediately retracted her statement, by shaking her head noting that it might have came off as quite personal and intruding. “That’s if you’re comfortable with sharing. I totally understand if it’s more so a personal decision that you don’t feel like discussing.”

“Oh, our fries and burgers are amazing. The steak too, if you’re into that, but I know it’s not for everyone. But I say all our side dishes are our stars, even if they’re small.” Then again Caroline would rather order a whole bunch of delicious side dishes than one disgusting main dish. Glancing over at the other at her question, she hesitated a moment. Being sober, she would definitely try to avoid answering it, but she was tipsy and in the mood to talk -- and the woman was nice. Why not answer her? “I can’t say there was the one dream, but I... I don’t know, I always loved science. Biology, mostly. Anything with animals, or explaining how something in the human body works. Even microbiology -- I loved all of that. But uh -- I decided against it.” Or her ex-boyfriend decided against it for her, and now she was stuck as a stupid waitress, hating her job. “Life happens, no matter what you dream of, right?”

#( interactions. )#int: vivienne leroy

LOGAN:

Logan was enjoying his evening at home. Drinking coffee, petting Harley, and watching TV. Feeling his phone buzz, he saw he had a text from Caroline. Seeing as it was a mixture of non-understandable words, he believed she was drunk or it wasn’t meant for him. Since he hasn’t seen her in awhile, he wanted to check up on her since he genuinely cares. Going through bars like crazy, he ended up in one of his favorite ones and he noticed the blonde instantly. Grinning from relief, he approached her. Getting to her side, he was about to open his mouth, but she did first. “I’m good, but thanks for asking.” He said, a calmness radiating from him. “I’m only here to check up on you. How are you doing?”

The grin on Caroline’s lips only grew as she recognized Logan, her arm draping over his shoulders as she leaned against him. “Boring, but fine. I’ll have them both then,” she smirked, knocking one of them back before picking up the other shot glass. A look of confusion took over her face as he stated that he’d been meaning to check up on her -- did she text him? She wasn’t quite sure, her head too fuzzy at this point. “Well, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m doing excellent. I lost count of the amount of shots I’ve had, and I’m drunk enough to consider dancing. That means I’m perfect. How are you?”

#( interactions. )#int: logan shepherd

CLAY:

“You realize you’re involved with the club either way right?” Clay stared angrily back at her from the door. “I’m a member, so is Dad, so is Nicky. The people that you associate with are involved with the club. The money that put a roof over our heads and food in our mouths as kids, that’s club money. You’re almost as much of a Black Wolf as I am.” The way that Caroline and Cole acted about the club had driven him down to this point, tired of having to defend something that had given each of them so much only to be spat on in return. He couldn’t fathom turning his back on something like that. “You don’t want the job, fine, but realize that it’s a part of your life whether you want it to be or not.”

“Stop doing that.” Although Caroline had been trying to keep her composure, she started failing at that now, getting up from the couch as she couldn’t sit still any longer. “Stop turning my own words against me, when you should know what I’m talking about.” Throwing her hands up into the air in an exasperated gesture, she shook her head. “It was the club that brought me into the arms of a man who... who made me believe I’m worthless, and who made me an excellent at covering up bruises. I know that’s not the fault of any of you, but it’s still what I associate with the wolves. So, I’m sorry if I’m hurting your little ego, Clay, but I’m not going back to any of those memories just because it would make you feel better.”

#( interactions. )#int: clay brager #tw abuse

NEVAEH:

“I am.” She responded with a smile, gaze drifting away from her laptop. “I just moved back after being away for a few years, and figured everything else out except the whole where I’m gonna be living.”

“If you ask me, it’s not easy to figure out where to live in this town, so that’s understandable.” A soft laugh rolled off her tongue, hands playing with the fabric of her sleeves. “It’s not that easy to find a nice place around here, but I’m sure you will succeed.”

#( interactions. )#int: nevaeh king