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shockketh‌:

Astrid rolled her eyes once more, turning to look at him as she locked the door behind them. “Maybe I don’t wanna text you anymore. Not like you ever respond.” She snorted at him. “Friendly chat. They are the same thing, twat.” They really weren’t, but she wasn’t gonna let him think that. “I do mean what I say. New year, new Astrid. Which doesn’t mean I can keep baggage around….” She looked him up and down. “Last I checked you hardly changed.”

Damian rolled his eyes at that again; she was right, of course, and he was awful at texting anyone back whether he wanted to or not, but that didn’t mean she didn’t actually want to see him. “You keep saying that ‘New Year New Me’ shit but I don’t know what that means,” he pointed out, rounding the couch just to sit on the arm anyway, hands still buried in his oversized pockets. “Last time you checked on what?” he asked then, trying to keep it light but growing more frustrated with every moment they kept up their distance. “’Cause we don’t, like. Talk talk. Not like we used to before everything, so how could you know?”

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shockketh‌:

Astrid rolled her eyes. She expected nothing less from him. He was a fucking idiot, a dog, and she couldn’t help but smirk a little bit at him. “Eager much? Maybe I only invited you over so that I could tell you to fuck off.” She backed into her place, leaving plenty of room for him. “Maybe I just wanted to have a friendly chat, dickhead.”

Damian ducked inside past her, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he glanced around, turned around to face her and walk backwards into the living room, only a few steps for now. “You coulda texted me a friendly chat though,” he pointed out, a wink on the end of it with a shrug to soften the smugness. “So a friendly chat or a... friendly chat.”

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shockketh‌:

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“New Year, new me,” Astrid said the moment Damian appeared at her doorstep. “And that means fuck you. I am getting rid of the bullshit people in my life and you re-entering it has reminded me that I don’t need your energy in my space. Sorry bout it.”

Damian looked around, ran a hand through his hair because why the fuck not, the curls were soft and he’d actually gotten a shower first thing in the morning for once. “Yeah, that’s cool and all,” he responded, looking past her into her place. “It’s not gonna be long, just probably better to do inside.” He winked. “Just a minute, trust me.”

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tinkcrbells‌:

“The hard way indeed.” She sighed. “Better just to pretend not to care, probably.”

“So,” he began with a sigh, taking the bait. “You’ve got me. What happened to you? I’ll throw my sob story your way too.”

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tinkcrbells‌:

“It’s just gonna hurt everyone in the long run.”

“You learn that the hard way too?” Damian inquired with a nod of his head. “Feel like you don’t know not to until you get fucked up the ass by it.”

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tinkcrbells‌:

“Alright, well, I’m officially no longer available to date people I actually care about.”

“Ugh, big same,” Damian rolled his eyes, raising his drink and taking a nice long chug. “What’s the point anyway, y’know?”

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mandidite‌:

“I feel so fucking good right now,” Amanda said, clapping her hands together. “Thanksgiving is next week and even though I have zero plans, I am still going to eat whatever the hell I want. Screw it right?” She grinned. “What about you? Doing anything exciting?”

Damian, tired as he always seemed to be lately, blinked at Amanda for a beat before answering, before processing, before saying a word. “I mean, you do you,” he drawled, shaking his head minutely. He missed being high instead of drugged, and she seemed like she was doing just fine. “Not yet, no. You trying to make plans?”

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shockketh‌:

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Astrid was not proud of this. She didn’t want to see Damian and she had no interest of indulging him on this request. If she was being completely honest with herself, he was boring her right now and she would rather argue with Nathan somewhere. Yet here she was, standing behind the scenes at one of his shoots, wishing she were dead. When he finally walked over to her she glared at him. “Are we almost done here? I don’t understand why you wanted me here.”

Damian reached for his water bottle, black and sleek and so well-insulated even though he could get ice water from any of the assistants, taking little sips - no bloating - and watching Astrid all the while. When he set it down and twisted the lid back on, he cracked an easy smile at his friend and gave her a shrug like he was all too pleased to waste her time. “Figured you were my best bet,” he answered without a care in the world. “Only got a few more hours anyway, and you don’t have anywhere better to be.”

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frogprinceofmaldonia‌:

Naveen stared at the boy, dumbfounded. He wasn’t quite sure what to say. And being at a loss for words was a rarity for him. “You are mistaken. I do not wear fedoras. It’s a fashion crime. My good friend, Lottie, she would be appalled if I even thought of wearing one!” Naveen put a hand over his heart. The audacity of this man. “The ukulele is a prestigious instrument. You are simply jealous you don’t have the fingers of a string player.” Naveen smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “And I do not cry after sex!”

Damian sighed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes if only because he was already halfway to a headache. Whoever the fuck Lottie was or whatever the fuck this guy thought he knew about fashion, Damian wasn’t going to change his tune anytime soon. He’d asked why he wasn’t getting laid, and Damian had told him, and it was as simple as that; it wasn’t Damian’s fault if he didn’t want to hear it. “The ukulele is a late-blooming hipster copout at best,” he breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I see a guy playing a ukulele, I literally want to rip it out of his hands and set it on fire. And I don’t need to be a fuckin’ hand model to get laid easier than you, apparently.”

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frogprinceofmaldonia‌:

“I was dancing my night away in the club the other night and there was the most beautiful young lady there. She had stars in her eyes. I tell her this. My game was strong. We were laughing and joking then I tell her I can play the ukulele. She is unimpressed and walks away! I ask myself– was it something I said? Did I smell funny? I do not understand what she had against the ukulele.”

Damian’s nose scrunched up. Was this even a real question? Did he really want to know where he fucked up? “Okay, so you have this girl on the hook already,” he frowned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Like she’s already down and you still decided to say, ‘I play a tiny fucking guitar like every little bitch with a fedora has since 2005?’ Because that’s what you said. That’s what people hear when you say ukulele. They picture your tiny hands on your tiny guitar crooning to fucking ‘I’m Yours’ or that bitch ass ‘Over the Rainbow’ and realize that you probably cry after sex.”

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shockketh‌:

Astrid was always happy to run into Damian. He was someone who really made a name for himself in one of the easiest careers to date. She could respect him acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t smart. And she knew by texting him a week before the event would be enough to keep it in his head. He didn’t keep much else in there.

“Stalking you? Hun, I forgot you were even in the city.” It was absurd and she was laughing only because he was so hurt. The more hurt he was, the more productive he was. He would thank her some day. “Seeing you was just by chance. You look good….but I swear I saw someone here earlier who looked really similar to you. Are you losing your touch?”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Damian scoffed, though he couldn’t help but wonder whether or not she was telling the truth. Instinct said that she was lying through her teeth - after all, he was a lot of things, but he wasn’t forgettable - but there was still more than a small inkling of doubt that lingered. “Bullshit,” he insisted all the same, his grin too cocky for his worry. “You probably planned all this.”

He hadn’t grown up too well off, so no matter how he felt about this sort of event, it was so far off of his radar, so far outside of his wildest dreams, that he couldn’t have declined the chance to appear. As far as Astrid was concerned, he didn’t know what exactly brought her, but he was sure it wasn’t the fact that it felt like a once in a lifetime chance. “If they looked the same, blame my stylist,” he joked, but it wasn’t a lie; he was given most of the pieces to wear tonight and had accessorized them to fit his own vibe. “Who should we blame for this?” He eyed her up and down, trying to pretend that she didn’t look as hot as they both knew she did. “You should sue.”

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barreledhawthorne‌:

He’d snuck into the party as Damian Williams, and though he knew the real Damian wouldn’t pass up a party, Nathan had at least been hoping they wouldn’t run into each other again. He didn’t have any aerosol. Of course, Nathan’s luck was, well, Nathan’s luck, and here he was. At least Nathan had worn something spiky on his head.

“Damian.”

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Damian didn’t love events like these, not really, not like he loved doing solo shoots and going the fuck home, but they were a part of the job, and normally they went pretty fuckin’ smoothly, but the second he spotted Nathan he knew something was bound to go wrong. Half an hour and a very thorough ID check later, plus a few confirmation calls around security, Damian was in, making a beeline towards the boy the second he spotted him. “You sure about that?” He raged, sniffed, looked around for someone with champagne or a white wine. “’Cause I fuckin’ heard Damian was already here. Crazy, right?”

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@shockketh

Xanax was, as it turned out, a really great way to deal with practically mandatory public events and being text ghosted by a sort of ex friend, so there was no reason, he figured, that they wouldn’t be instrumental in dealing with being face to face with the same friend at the same event. It wasn’t even a matter of luck at this point, it was just this stupid city and the fact that they were doomed to orbit each other for some ungodly reason.

“So you’re stalking me now,” he asserted more than asked, eyes half lidded and a champagne in his hand. “You coulda just responded.”

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cat-charlescheshire‌:

“No, no I have stopped. It’s just-” Charles took another drag on the cigarette. “To relax the muscles a little.” The smoke now coming out of his lips. “Dealing with idiots players can be stressing.” He grinned with a tilt of his head. "You want some?“

Damian wasn't sure how many times he'd tried to quit smoking at this point. He'd started well before he was eighteen, and every time since his career launched when someone scolded him about his skin or his lungs or his meds, he tried giving up the nicotine. Normally it lasted for about sixteen hours before he got antsy enough to buy a new pack, and that was back when he was still optimistic enough to throw out his old one when he made the decision to quit. This time he hadn't tossed them, wasn't even out of them, but who was he to turn down a free cigarette? New York tax wasn't cheap. "Yeah, man, pass one?" he asked, pulling his own lighter. "I got a light but no smokes. And I've heard that story before, comin' out of my own mouth."

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💀 an urgent text - astrid

@shockketh

damian: flight landeddamian: you up?damian: just lmk, im bored

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🍎 an apologetic text - Barrel

@barreledhawthorne

damian: heydamian: i got to thinking and shit and i probably jumped the gun a little on shitdamian: so yeahdamian: we should probably stop being pussies about this shit though bro

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barreledhawthorne‌:

He noticed that he’d made Damian gasp for air with the knee thing, which made him feel pretty decent about himself. The reaction to the lighter? Even better, even if Damian did scream in a way that was sure to draw attention. Before he moved any farther, Nathan jammed his lighter back into his pocket, because he just knew that scream was gonna get the owner back here. Damian ruining everything again…He sighed, and stood, making sure his shirt  was pulled down where it needed to be.

“Don’t,” he grumbled when Damian tried doing the friendly thing, calling him a name and whacking him like they were best buddies again. They weren’t, but Nathan wasn’t about to cause more of a scene. He wasn’t stupid. He just raised an apologetic hand at the owner, in acknowledgment that he’d fucked up.

Damian watched Nathan stand and tug his shirt back into place with a little smirk, noting him shoving away that lighter at light speed, almost laughing at it, but the owner was on their tails quickly, and he mimicked Nathan’s motions from the floor. “We’re about done, friend! Our bad; it’s been a while.” He didn’t miss the opportunity to shoot the other boy a wink, nor did he try as hard as he should have to convince the owner that they were getting out, which was probably why they got a two minute warning instead of a free pass, but he was a tad distracted as it was.

“What we gonna do with two minutes, then, bud?” he almost challenged, watching his face to see just how much leeway he had. It was already clear that they couldn’t just pick up where they had left off, or a little bit better than where they left off, and while Damian wasn’t sure why he was ready to work with whatever he was given. “Or d’you wanna get out of here? We can do that.”