SWEET LIKE CINNAMON.

cj / 27 —x— girl almighty part-time surfer, full-time babe.

[sydneecrossing]

When Sydnee saw in the group chat that CJ was masterminding a weed and snack filled movie night/bonfire thing, she was so in. She needed an opportunity to meet more of her castmates anyways, and it was always a good time when she was with CJ. Plus, she wanted to see if Aidan’s weed was what her friend hyped it up to be. 

She arrived at the beach a little later than CJ said to, in a pair of light-wash denim overall shorts with a thin pink turtleneck underneath and gold hoops hanging from her ears. She scanned the crowd for CJ, smiling brightly and humming to herself when her eyes landed on her friend talking to another woman. She practically skipped over to the surfer excitedly and wasted no time to slide right into her lap, draping her arms around her neck and placing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Hey there, come here often?” she said with a laugh. She remembered, then, that she had interrupted something and turned to the other woman to quickly say “Excuse us,” with a smile plastered on her face.  ( @cj-almighty​ )

[cj-almighty]

Sydnee. Sydnee. Sydnee. High on the list of women CJ could fall in love with if they let her; but,  alas, the friend zone has never looked hotter than with CJ as its occupant. 

“Actually, I do. Pro-surfer, remember? Beach is kinda my thing,” CJ scrunches her nose at Sydnee’s bold ministrations, feeling her heart do that little flip it always does, though it never really graduates to anything stronger. The woman gives her a look, practically begging for Claire to choose her. Giving a shrug, Claire offers her attention to Sydnee, while the other woman gets up with a scoff. 

“You’re so bad, you know that?” Her arms wrap themselves around Sydnee’s waist loosely, nose burying itself into the fabric of her thin turtleneck. “Overalls are a good look on you, babe. Do you want a drink first, or this joint in my pocket?” 

[cj-almighty]

wildviolcts‌:

After another sip, Vi noted that her glass was already half empty, something she was entirely grateful for. A heat had started to bubble up in her stomach, making her legs and arms feel a little funny and her face feel a little hot. She wished she could finish the rest without actually having to taste it, but she was determined to get it down either way. “A little bit of both, seeing as you’ll always be the girl who blocked my view, and now you’ll always be known for trying to poison me on television.” She tapped on the side of the mug twice to give CJ a visual indication before shrugging. “Okay, then. You’re annoying.”

The words hit Vi like a truck. “Oh? I didn’t know I was in the presence of sports royalty.” She was somewhere between halfway sarcastic and halfway honest, but the longer she looked on at CJ, the more she could see all the signs. The perfectly toned body that peeked out from under her shirt as she stretched, the blonde hair that had probably only become blonder in the sun, the smell of the ocean that touched everything in the room. The cockiness to her voice. Of course she was so confident. With the laundry list of things she had going for her, she probably had women throwing themselves at her left and right. 

She accepted the blanket and pillow with a quiet “thank you,” before re-positioning herself and laying the fluffy blanket out over herself. If she didn’t feel like she’d be crossing a line, she would offer some to CJ, but seeing as they were both strangers and Violet had just been given the invitation to sit on the blonde’s lap, she figured it would be better not to muddy the waters. “There’s really nothing wrong with Virginia. I just don’t need to be there any longer. I feel like I’ve learned everything I can learn and seen everything I can see. There’s a certain monotony to staying in the same place you’ve lived your whole life. I don’t need some grand adventure or anything, but I would like to experience life in a different region.” She settled back against the edge of the bed, allowing herself to get more comfortable. “You’d have to go back?” She repeated, curiosity leaking from the words. 

The laugh that bubbled out of CJ’s mouth was enough to send a chill up Violet’s spine, setting her on alert. It was the kind of laugh she’d heard from her kids - it was innocent and light-hearted and buoyant. Violet thought she could fall in love with the sound of it, if she let herself. “I have nothing against Chopped. I adore Alex Guarnaschelli, though I feel a bit more in the mood for Anne Burrell, especially seeing how this is a show for women who love women. We should represent.”

The ping of her nail against the mug grabs CJ’s attention. She rolls her eyes at the admittance. “See, was telling the truth so hard?” she challenges, raises an eyebrow and practically begs Violet to admit anything about the tension between them.

Sports royalty. CJ wishes. Uncharacteristically shy, as she tends to be about her semi-flopping career nowadays, she shakes her head vigorously. “Nah. I just, y’know, surf, professionally.” she attempts to steer the conversation away from her. “If you want to talk to real sports royalty, I’d find Coyote. You’ll know her instantly. Tall, blonde. Probs naked,” she uses her hands to talk, a nervous instinct in this aspect. “Cutest dog with her. She’s amazing — I learned everything I could from her.”

“That makes sense,” she’s happy when they fall back to conversation on hometowns. “About Virginia, at least. Can’t say that about California. Just when I think I’ve explored all of Los Angeles, something new pops up.” CJ leans back on her elbows, curiously eyeing Violet. “What do you count as a grand adventure, though? Anything’s a grand adventure if it puts you out of your comfort zone, in my opinion.”

Practically humming from the alcohol at this point, and as someone who has trouble hiding her emotions, Claire lets out an audible what?! “You’re kidding! Turn it on. I had no idea Anne Burrell was into women. Dude, I hate her — can’t believe I’m gonna have to love her now.” she laughs, switching to the channel just underneath Chopped, playing America's Worst Cooks. “I’m Team Bobby Flay all the way, not sorry about it.” Then. “I shipped Alex Guarnaschelli and Amanda Freitag in my early 20s, I’m not going to lie.”

[cj-almighty]

instagram DMs | violet & cj

wild.violcts: Why would anyone want one of those? You shouldn't really be putting that stuff onto the internet, even if it is just for a handful of people.

wild.violcts: Well, aren't you?

cj-almighty: are you always such a square? lol

cj-almighty: nah, i'm just having fun. popularity's fake anyways.

cj-almighty: are you coming tonight? to the movie? you should! it's gonna be fun :)

[cj-almighty]

xsincerelydia‌:

                                               humor. whether being a state of mind, or a mood given to set a tone, it was MUCH appreciated. - in this setting, lydia was thankful. the comic brought relief to her sudden embarrassed act.  “ do they make adult sippy cups ? ”  it sounded foolish once it slipped from her tongue. it was her own jab at the humor thing. {used to work at a coffee shop} - it was noted. too early…perhaps too ironic that the clumsy woman owned a cafe. she’d mention that at a later time. - the common ground of understanding was also appreciated. lydia relaxed into a sigh as she tossed the damp napkins into a nearby waste bin, the same the other woman used. “ my hero - thank you. - i should just invest in an all black wardrobe… ”  eyes widened with an unspoken THANK YOU …. ‘ oh, my god… seriously … is it just me or is this hotels coffee a little stale for the bahamas…. tastes a little touristy and …cheap…glad you sensed that too… - what do you say, napkin queen .. wanna put the locals to the test ? ”

“They do,” CJ plays along, the joke falling away from her tongue. “They’re called Hydroflasks, with the straw lid. The instructions say you can put any liquid in, so.”

Taking that second to really give the girl a look up and down – deciding that she would look good in any outfit, CJ vocalizes it, “You’d look good in any outfit, but I think an all-black ensemble on an island would be scorching. The brown smudge gives it a splash of color, you know?” she grins, leading the way towards the exit of the hotel, which has a path to the city. “So, if I’m your hero... then what’s my sidekick’s name?” 

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coyotelawless‌:

“Bahamian pizza?  I gotta admit…it ain’t half bad.”

“Remember in Costa Rica when we ate that pizza with plantains on top of it? I was into it,” she lifted the beer to her lips, nose scrunching at the taste. Her head lays on Coyote’s shoulder. “I fucking hate your little pabst, loser.”

[cj-almighty]

instagram DMs | violet & cj

wild.violcts: I really wish I knew what that meant

wild.violcts: Milking your popularity on the show. I see the comments under your picture.

cj-almighty: a fake instagram! where u post all ur deepest darkest secrets for 10 of your closest friends to like in solidarity and all your thotty pics

cj-almighty: aww you think i'm popular on the show?

[cj-almighty]

imessage ✩ sydnee & cj

sydnee: i told you 🥺💖

sydnee: aidan. got it. definitely want the weed but idk how i feel abt hooking up with the same girls as you lmaooo but i guess it's bound to happen here, huh?

sydnee: and duh i'm single hoe

sydnee: BIIIIIIIITCH WHAT

sydnee: SHUT UP i wanna give her a piece of my mind 😤

cj: LOL you afraid you gonna catch my cooties? you know i'd just kiss you if you asked 😽

cj: idk how i feel about a gf in 2020, what's the move you think?

cj: I KNOWWWWWWWW

cj: no no don't say SHIT to her. we're trying to work it out, i think

[cj-almighty]

instagram DMs | violet & cj

wild.violcts: As if I would post anything wild on the instagram that my boss - who trusts me to watch her kids - follows me on.

wild.violcts: You're really milking this whole thing, aren't you?

cj-almighty: u gotta get a finsta then!

cj-almighty: milking what?

[cj-almighty]

dylanrossi‌:

a  heavy  breath  blows  past  her  lips  as  she  sits  down  her  guitar  case  on  the  bed,  hand  running  through  her  hair  as  she  sits  next  to  the  other, head  resting  on  her  shoulder   with  a  slight  pout,  taking  the  beer,  opening  it  and  taking   a  long  sip  before  making  a  face  and  sighing,    “tell  me  why  I thought  this  whole  being  a  rockstar  thing  was  a  good  idea  again?  you  guys  are  here  to  have  fun  and  i’m  here  to  work,  it’s  no  fair.  I  miss  home….. and  my  red  wine,  this  shit  is  nasty.”  dylan  grumbles  handing  the  beer  to  cj.

“Damn, just fucking call me basic while you’re at it too,” CJ laughs, yanking the beer back from Dylan, slightly more aggressive than necessary. “Don’t insult my coronas, jerk.” 

But, still, Claire is more than willing to listen to Dylan rant, left arm wrapping around the girl’s shoulder to bring her closer; her hand angles to soothingly scratch at her scalp, waiting for the rant to end, before dropping onto her shoulder.

“Who says you’re just here to work?” CJ asks, taking the verbiage as an invitation; she knows why Dylan’s here, despite how great their conversations go. Too swiftly, Claire uses the hand on Dylan’s shoulder as leverage, moving to straddle the woman’s hips, thighs on either side of her. She looks down at Dylan, eyes gazes down to her lips. “You’re only as boxed in as you let yourself be, D.”

[cj-almighty]

wildhcrses‌:

Josie loved to cook when she had the time, and here she definitely had the time. She had asked the hotel manager if she could use the kitchen and they had said yes, so here she was, not expecting someone else to be there as well. She opened the door and saw someone rummaging through some of the products. She walked in and wanted to scare her, sneak up and say boo. But she didn’t know the other well enough to do that just yet. So instead she said loudly, “seems we had the same plan.” 

Hearing rustling behind her, CJ startles; her shoulders jump up and down and she turns around a little too quickly. “Woah,” she laughs, finally regaining her composure, happy that the knife stayed gripped in her hand. No injuries — yet. “You tired of hotel food too?” she says around a grin, handing the woman an extra apron she’d nabbed. “CJ,” she introduces herself, lifts the onion in her hand to indicate why she won’t shake hands. “What are you feeling tonight?”

[cj-almighty]

imessage ✩ sydnee & cj

sydnee: i mean ur not wrong 😌

sydnee: u know i love u babe!!! i brought that cute pink elephant bowl u like, i'll smoke u out to show u how much 💖

sydnee: it's incredible so far, i absolutely can't believe we're both here.. i've met a few peeps but i wouldn't mind getting to know some more w you, im sure u know who's chill

cj: not the elephant bowl... you really love me 😩 babygirl...

cj: when u get a chance DEFF link up with aidan. she's got the best weed on the island and is NOT a bad hookup

cj: u did come single right?

cj: OMG did i tell u solara is here?

[chvrryglcss]

                             “ CONGRATS. ”  a dry expression due to her own lack of surprise.  “ you have witnessed the daily morning spill of my coffee. ”  lydia may have been embarrassed by such clumsy actions but … this was ….HABITUAL. unfortunately.  - patting her hand against the fabric of her shirt, she’d be reluctant to change… there was no hurry … she’d most likely spill again. “ you’d be shocked at the ratio of coffee that actually is consumed compared to what gets tossed on me….or on the floor …”  now the corners of her mouth were breaking into an almost pathetic grin. this purely was the woman in natural form, fully accepted of her flaws. here she was 2020, unapologetic for herself. 

[cj-almighty]

“Thank you, thank you, it’s an honor to be here,” Claire laughs at the antics, looking over the woman’s shoulder to find a stack of napkins. “I hate using napkins for spills, but there’s no towels around,” she said, throwing the stack onto the ground and patting it with her foot to help the woman clean up. “I used to work at a coffee shop, your pain is mine. Ask me about the one time I decided to wear white jeans and shoes ‘cause I thought the fit was more important than safety.” Bending over to pick the trash, CJ finally tosses the wet napkins to a trash can. “I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of tired of hotel coffee. I’m sure the locals can brew up a way better pot.”

[cj-almighty]

imessage 💌 lav & cj

cj: ask and i shall receive?

cj: [she isn't shy with sending a semi-naked pic; her white bikini bottoms are still on, but the top is loosely untied, the top of her nipple showcased as she holds it up with her free hand.]

[cj-almighty]

imessage 💌 aidan & cj

aidan: wouldn't u like to know 😜

aidan: lmao jk, it's like a dark grey pantsuit with a black t-shirt underneath???

aidan: idk it's nothing too special but i am sooo not used to dressing up like this 😩

cj: i absolutely would!!

cj: you had me at pantsuit 🤤

cj: anything you're wearing is gonna be twice as special trust :)

cj: what are your plans tonight? don't forget to stop by and smoke w/ me!!

[cj-almighty]

coyotelawless‌:

Coyote returns the hug with slightly less enthusiasm.  Though they’re in the Bahamas, there’s an elephant in the room with them, and she waves off the suggestion of finding a girl.  So not the point.

“Dude, I’m here for you.  Not a marriage license.  Fuck, man, women are the reason you straight up left me hangin’!  Trials are comin’ up and you’re off playin’ Dream Phone with a buncha strangers.”  Her tone belies the hurt she’d held inside at CJ’s unexpected departure, and sensing this, the scrappy dog that followed her in lays his head on Coyote’s lap.

There it is: the conversation she had been dreading. It’s not the first time, nor will it probably be the last time that Claire puts love before her career first. This time, however, CJ knows she’s fucked up twice as bad, because her actions didn’t just affect her this time.

Falling back against the love seat in her room, it’s not lost on CJ that even Double D is hurt. She runs a hand through her hair, exasperated. “I fucked up, real bad. But, I’m here now to train — promise! I wanted to get really good again, on my own time, and then come back to you.” It’s an awful answer, but there’s truth behind her progress.

[cj-almighty]

imessage 💌 aidan & cj

cj: what you wearing, cutie? ;)

cj: ... for the new year's festivities that is 😹

[cj-almighty]

imessage ✩ sydnee & cj

sydnee: lucky you 😘

sydnee: i'm always dramatic u know this

sydnee: and i'm sorry lmaooo i just needed to properly convey my frustration and upset!!

cj: ur little thirsty twitch fans LOVEEEEE it

cj: me too tho me too 😩

cj: now properly convey your love and support!!!

cj: how's the island so far? you meet anyone yet? or do i need to break you in?