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@daydreamsfm
#𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐅𝐌 : dependent , multimuse blog for nepofm. three characters loved & hated by kori.
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"No, I get that," Luka nods. He's not much of a runner - or, well, an exerciser in general (he's on his feet for his entire shift at work and then has the five flights of stairs to get up to his apartment, and all of that is enough of a workout for him, in his opinion), but he could imagine the exhaustion that came from a run. His heart skips a beat at being called man - it's been three years, and he knows he's passing now, but he remembers a time when being called man was something out of his wildest dreams. He blinks back to reality, surprised, when the other hands him an inexplicably large stack of bills. He chokes out a laugh, shaking his head, pulling two twenties from the stack and holding the rest back to him. "It's -- it's fucking Target, man, not Louis Vuitton." Luka gestures, again, towards the bench. "I'll be back, in, like... ten? Twenty? It shouldn't take me too long, it's just about how many people are there..." he mumbles, nibbling on his lower lip. "I mean - if you wanna come to Target, you're more than welcome. They've probably got more private places to change than... this."
momentary lapse isn’t caught by toby, football player is solely focused on making sure he can finish his run without mud clinging to his pants and seeping through to the flesh underneath. the idea of a shower rings loudly in his thoughts, body wishing teleportation was achievable in this moment. brows narrow, indicating his confusion as bills as handed back to him, especially because he was beginning to dig deeper into pockets to see if he had more money on him. “ — right, yeah, i knew that. ” mental note taken that this individual wasn’t the type to steal, taking the bills back into his possession and stuffing them carelessly into the wallet. body is about to rest on the bench, moments from sitting down when the idea lights a bulb in his mind, fingers snapping in agreement. “ that’s so fuckin’ true. you’re like some genius, you gotta be. sure the newspaper people would love for my ass to be in the front page. ”
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“ can we still eat sandwiches and watch cheesy movies ? because i got some selections in my netflix list. ” // @daydreamsfm ( toby )
“ just because we can’t do that anymore doesn’t mean we can’t chill, jeez sofia! actin’ like our friendships means nothing to you! who else is going to update me on current events or pop culture? ”
@daydreamsfm (Franny)
Surprisingly enough, she had let Franny actually have a day off and hadn't forced her to the gym. Shocking, but Belinda wasn't a total tyrant. And a day off every once in a while was good for them. And it seemed like the other needed it. "I figured since we weren't working out our bodies, we could at least work on our imagination and mind a bit. And a movie is totally the way to do so," she explained, gesturing to the theatre straight ahead. "Should we see a new superhero movie or a comedy?"
body aches, and screams thanks for the break belinda is supplying them from running on a treadmill and doing squats. health in its ultimate state, especially with her using the rest of her resolution to practice her cooking abilities. eyes scan the movies that are listed with a slight wrinkle of her nose. “ we could just go back to my place and watch a movie on the flat screen. on top of that — we can order any food we’d like rather that just popcorn or attempting to sneak in the rest. oh! oh, and i got this salt and vinegar seasoning for popcorn, it’s to die for, bel! ”
@daydreamsfm (Toby)
"Brook and I baked like all day long. I'm preparing her for when she gets her period and all she wants is chocolate and sweets. God knows I'm in need of it currently," she explained, taking a bite of a cookie. Bel held out the plate of them in Toby's direction. "But we made plenty to share too. Come have a taste at how talented your daughter is."
hands instantly raise, fingers inserting themselves into ear canals and loud noises vibrate out of his throat. head shakes from side to side, refusing to listen to anything regarding his daughters future endeavours with her body. “ that’s a jasmine convo! jasmine convo! ” yells continue until the cookies are pushed towards him, moment of hesitation before he ejects the fingers from his ears and begins movements to pick up a cookie. “ — they smell good, ” he mutters before taking a large bite, sigh of satisfaction heard immediately.
"It kind of is though. And if you are concerned about indirect contact with someone else's bodily secretions, you should probably never go into a public restroom again," Bel pointed out. "Truly, the only real danger to my health is if he licked an open wound I had, which I don't, so I'm pretty safe. You can just say that you're an animal hater. I'm totally going to judge you, but at least not to your face if that helps anything," she explained, moving the cat to her lap, where it continued to just snooze away, completely unbothered.
“ maybe i don’t use public restrooms. ” comment laughable — lennox has used public restrooms for more than just personal relief, usually secluding themselves there with company after a show. despite this, they’re wrinkling their nose at an animal that was obviously cleaned and pampered by belinda. “ i don’t hate animals — i just like animals that i know are … clean and not filled with shit off the streets. it’s a scary place out there, bel. ”
"And because you kept an eye on everybody, I was the worst and you just had to come by and make sure I wasn't dying this morning...?" he asks, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Or did you just count how many drinks I had...?" Honestly, he'd lost count of his own number the night before - it's his own fault for flirting relentlessly with one of the bartenders, too enticed by them to notice exactly how many drinks they'd served him during their conversation. He distinctly remembered accepting a glass of champagne upon arrival, getting a couple of drinks in him while he wandered the crowd making small talk with people he didn't care about, and then it all went blurry from there. He's grateful that she's here, though - he doubts he could have done much of anything on his own. "Oh, fuck, yes," he agrees at the sound of something greasy, pushing his hair out of his face. "Thank you," he mumbles as she closes the door to his room behind her, leaving him alone in the space.
It takes him a couple of minutes to force himself to his feet, hand running along the wall as he walks to his walk-in closet. Once in there, he doesn't bother trying to pick an outfit, instead just grabbing the first pair of silk pajama pants out of their designated drawer, and tugging on a black t-shirt that would usually be gym attire. Then, he braves the sunlight of the living room and finally makes it to the even-brighter kitchen, squinting slightly as he sits down at the island. "What're we making...?" he asks, as if he's helping in any way. "Smells good..."
“ i kept an eye on everyone, but you were the only one i was entirely close to. ” she muses with a small, sheepish smile. mental gates open and memories come rushing through once she’s exited the room and made her beeline to the kitchen. memories of empty bottles being collected by a younger self, making sure she’s doing it silently to not awaken the larger man on the couch. nimble fingers holding onto the backside of a head as a pillow is inserted below for comfortability, managing to avoid an angry hangover and booming voice. dripping of coffee, scent filling young nostrils, making sure it’s steaming hot by the time father opens eyes; first degree burns on fingertips from holding tightly onto mugs filled with the steamed, brown liquid.
reality snaps the petite woman out of her train of thought, eyes raising to look at aleksander as he enters the kitchen. bacon is sizzling and endless ingredients are lined up on the island. coffee mug is filled, some space provided for milk or cream, and is slowly pushed towards him. “ breakfast sandwiches — extra greasy and with a dash of hot sauce to wake us up. ”
"but i didn't have 150 shots of espresso, now did i?" abel countered with an arched eyebrow, "i had six-" they added, feeling it was important to get the numbers right in this situation. "pedro pascal gets the same thing."
“ that — six? abel, i ask this with complete seriousness — what the fuck? ” concern is overshadowed by astonishment. calculations begin in her head without much of a warning, having to shove them out long enough to continue the conversation. “ you’re like half the size of pedro pascal, abel, good lord. ”
he couldn't help but feel so little in this moment. although if you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you exactly why. the whole topic of relationships being sort of . . . whatever for him. granted, he didn't grow up with any sort of model relationship with his mother leaving him and his father as soon as she could, nate being still very young. so, you know, great first view of a relationship. regardless, after the fact he kind of saw relationships as something very insignifficant, having a few flings here and there but putting literally everything else in his life above the idea of ever getting into one. ironically though, here we are. ❛ this is so embarrassing. ❜ he whispered, hiding his face in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief. ❛ you say that now but i wouldn't be too hopeful, the emotional breakdown might be just around the corner. ❜ he quickly adds before clearing his throat. ❛ alright. all jokes aside, i'm getting serious now. what's up with you ? is everything alright ? i'm guessing something happened at the party ? 'cause as soon as i flipped the question on you, you did a full 180. ❜
sheepish smile forms on lips, hues never leaving her brother in that moment. it was bittersweet — he wasn’t comfortable with the conversation but there was a pinkish tint on his cheeks and he’s laughing. honest, franny wanted nate to find someone, someone that would share his interests and hobbies; someone that would support him during tough situations and make him laugh until his ribs hurt. if it weren’t for nate, franny wouldn’t be where she was today, possibly still stuck in a home with a neglectful father and absent mother. it’s that memory that tugs at her stomach, beginning to grasp onto heartstrings and let go to make a painful recoil. his question lingers, eyes focused on the redness forming along her cuticles but pain unregistered. nate did everything for her, he carved out a life for her and matured sooner than he had to and here she was, betraying him. memories of the ball ( of ace ) fade into the background, they’re unimportant, not necessary to be discussed. tears sting at eyes, and voice is quiet, almost non existent but she needs to let him know by her own voice, not by their fathers. “ — do you, ” pause to clear throat. “ do you remember when you asked me about dad? — if id heard from him? ”
just as quick as natalia had sat down, rosie was up and running again. typical of the kid who was unable to stay still for longer than mere seconds. she began helping tidy up the space along with the help of cami. ❝ i'm envious of the energy that children have, seeing her running just now has managed to tire me out. my age is clearly showing. also, thank you for that. i appreciate it. ❞ a sincere smile on her face towards her friend. she always appreciated how willing to help those around her were, it's something she never took for granted. ❝ ah, i see. gotta be tuning in to the teddy and princess peach soap opera then. ❞ she chuckles, softly shaking her head. ❝ i don't wanna say that it was the best sleep i've had in years, but it felt pretty amazing to not be woken up loudly by that one over there. ❞ head pointing in the direction where rosie had left to. ❝ how about you ? ❞
pillows are splayed along the couch, toys being gathered in a loose grasp before dumped in their designated bin. “ you’re not that old, calm down. ” small chuckle escapes closed lips, head shaking from side to side before hues focus on her friend, optics full of pride and attention. “ i get it though, i went for a jog the other morning and could barely make it to three miles before i needed to stop and chug half my water. ” her own fault, really, having dedicated her time and efforts towards her studies rather than towards her health and milestones in exercise. “ i think she should name the soap opera, she’s got enough creativity within that head of hers. ” once everything’s back in its place, camis situating herself on the usual cushion on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her body and the other dangling off the edge. coffee brought to lips, taking a tentative sip before letting her smile form towards natalia. “ good — i was hoping you’d get more rest with me here. i slept wonderfully, there’s no noisy ass neighbours on your floor. ” eyes roll, indicating the annoyance she feels towards her own.
“ i don’t want to hear it, it’s been too long. so you get in that car and we will go for some burgers ! ” // @daydreamsfm ( toby )
“ —— burgers? i mean, yeah! yeah, im fuckin’ down, there’s a good place just down the street and they have like all kinds of cheese. ”
she figures the question must be hard if even cami couldn't come up with a solution for an alternative word to use. " it's such a hard thing to figure out a word for the feeling ... words are just so funny when you think about it, like some people don't like certain words just cause of how they sound too? can you imagine that? "
it’s a rare occurrence when camilla bennett is dumbfounded, but she’s unable to articulate her thoughts properly to answer the question. everything she says makes sense within her mind but lacks the emphasis when it’s stated aloud. “ — you have a point. think you’ve managed to make me think harder than usual. props to you for that accomplishment. ” cup is held out for a cheers, smile twitching at her lips.
“ can i make you something to eat ? i’ve been dying to try this recipe i saw on a video. ” // @daydreamsfm ( lennox )
“ you’re asking me if im cool with you cooking for me? fuck yeah you can make me something to eat — you need help or anything? im a master with a whisk. ”
the whole single parent ordeal wasn't a piece of cake. for natalia, the first few years she had barely any support ( this being no one else's fault but hers, cause she did go MIA on everyone ). although, she hardly recieved any from her family after coming back so, it was already hard enough doing it on her own, let alone having people around you discrediting your attempts. therefore, not only as someone who understands the struggles 'cause she is experiencing them as well, but, as someone who doesn't see the point in giving people a hard time when they're doing the best they can. ❝ my mother would actually kill me if i told her the amount of times i failed at cooking something for rosie. it's incredibly difficult, and that's without having children. now imagine having to be looking after a kid who is just constantly on the move. people do gotta give us more credit, it's all i'm saying. ❞
“ you’re like — doing amazing, nat. i mean it. ” he doesn’t say it enough — although he’s constantly in awe of natalia’s abilities. she did all of this on her own ( minus friends and family that assisted when asked ), but toby had a co-parent that relieved a lot of the stressors that came with a child. he wasn’t sure if brook would have turned out as well as she was without the assistance of jasmine; natalia raising an outstanding daughter without an ounce of complaint falling from her lips. “ ive learned a few things! i can make pizza on naan bread and boil pasta — if im paying attention to it. the air fryer has been a fuckin’ godsend, though. if that goes, i don’t know what ill do. ” head shakes from side to side before he’s on his feet, fingers tapping on the kitchen island. “ did you want a drink? we’re both off the clock now, ” words are teasing as fingers wrap around the fridge handle, waiting for an answer prior to opening it.
"god, relax, do you want an edible or something? i get that you're truly emo to the core but like no need to make fun of me, lennox." to be honest, now that she did bring up edibles, she remembers that some is in her purse. might as well use it before it goes to waste. "i've just been trying to keep my mind off of stuff and why not get better before i don't have the time? that's why i want you to join me so we can have fun together. you know, like friends tend to do?" spending time with someone was just one of the things she loved to do when she wasn't working. "we can do whatever you want after or next week, as long as you can guarantee that i'll live."
words take lennox by surprise, although there’s barely a visual of it on their features. “ what crawled up your ass? i was literally asking you — haven’t heard of someone skating that much. ” words are followed by hands raising in a defensive stance, brow arched upon their forehead. “ pardon me for asking a genuine fuckin’ question. ” walking alongside shayla, hands moving their way into pockets, making sure to watch tone to avoid anymore conflict. “ obviously you’ll live, im not gonna let you go down that badly. however, if im in charge of plans — we’re definitely doing edibles and going glow in the dark mini putting. ”
Jalen notices the moment of something other than Toby's usual bubbly personality - he's been around the other for enough time to recognize when something's up. Jalen's also seen it in himself; when he misses an easy first down catch, when he stumbles after what should've been a completion, when he looks at himself in the mirror at the end of the day. But he knows better than to comment on it; he wouldn't want anybody commenting on it if he were in Toby's position, after all. So, he lets the moment pass, giving Toby a smile and a shake of his head as he goes on about pickles. "If you really want the pickle that comes with my burger, you can have it, too, man. You seem real passionate about the pickle cause," he jokes. "You don't have to pay, seriously. You had other shit goin' on, I'm sure. Don't worry too much about me."
there’s a sense of gratitude within his gut, thankful that in his brief moment of deep thought and worry that jalen allows it to slide. his own foot partially out the door from his athletic employment, constant worries that his recovery would have to be repeated, the fear of missing out on more of his daughters developments and milestones. but the rush of excitement of getting back on the field is enough to begin pushing him to continue; tayo didn’t have this worry. the mere thought of toby being the reason tayo isn’t able to continue his dream, because of a relationship, causes tobys insides to crawl. wouldn’t stop him from being selfish, however, he’s dreamed about being with tayo for months — maybe even years. “ you mean it? shit — this is true friendship, right here. giving me your pickle. ” possible innuendo not caught by toby, simply thinking of having an extra pickle with his lunch. “ hush. im paying, end of story. ”
