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maddie-york:

There was very little of Maddie’s brain that was still thinking logically and luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, the small part that was, was quiet. Because even as she stumbled out of the taxi, giggling as she grabbed onto Emmett’s arms to steady him, that part of her brain knew she was in trouble. She knew that she’d stayed until the club closed because of him, that if she hadn’t have found him sitting there, she’d be tucked up in bed with her dog. Instead, he’d helped make her night into one of the best birthdays she’d had in a long tim and though she would be unlikely to remember any of it in the morning, she was truly grateful.

Nodding to his question, Maddie grabbed onto his hand as she made her way towards the front door of her building, knocking on the door a few times before laughing. “Wait, I have keys!” Giggling as she dropped his hand, reaching into her small clutch, she rummaged for her key before holding it up to him. “Magic keys.” Unlocking the door, Maddie stumbled as she pushed it open, giggling again as she turned back to him. In that moment, she didn’t think about the consequences or anything but him and just how much she wanted to kiss him at that moment. Standing in the doorway, Maddie reached for him, one arm sliding around his neck as she leaned in, her lips pressing against his without a moment’s hesitation.

As she accepted his offer, Emmett’s drunken haze couldn’t help the elated expression appearing upon his features. Even if only temporarily, this was real. His shitty night had done a complete 180 ever since running into her. Like it always seemed to any time he did, giving him the motivation he seemingly needed, since it and faith within himself only seemed to dwindle and dwindle lately. And as far as he could tell at the moment, they both were having a good time, and his stupid issues he had to deal with himself hadn’t ultimately ruined her birthday. Which was the most important thing. Leading her up to the pathway to her place the best he possible could ( hey, they both didn’t fall, right?! ), Emmett laughed at her key debacle. “They better be!” He exclaimed, holding his frame up against the door for the moment.

It suddenly occurred to him in a way how awkward this became. He should just…leave now, not embarras himself any more in front of her. But before he could simply tell her a goodnight, a happy birthday, new year, and be on his way, his eyes widened, finding Maddie instantly move closer, her lips pressing to his. Eyes closing after a moment, he couldn’t help kissing back, lips moving along hers to establish some rhythm, head tilting more inward, hands wrapping themselves at her waist.. For whether remembered or not, it was actually happening in the now. In the very early hours of the newest year.

#DAMN RIGHT YA DID #( x. maddie )#hope this isnt too shit!!#i feel so rusty sjaka

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trickfootpike

I’m getting on a plane. You’re right, New York is a long way from home and you know what, that’s probably a good thing. Because nothing here really worked out so great.

#( x. the show must go on )#( x. musings )

juliet-lovett-deactivated201812

Another stir of the creamer into her coffee, another long blink of her eyelids to try and fight off the grogginess of a restless night - for numerous reasons. Her laptop screen blurred in front of her steady gaze, her fiery red licks disheveled and mildly out of place from long, arduous hours of editing a shoot for the high school’s upcoming renovation project - a board meeting presentation that needed to be pristine. “Mm, good morning,” Juliet whispered to her new found company, downing a swig of the contents of her mug.

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Emmett attempted trying a different location this time, maybe that would spark something to wow the school staff. Since apparently, he wasn’t getting the response he’d like to be hearing for some reason. And yet at the same time, couldn’t bring himself to quit altogether, despite the entirety of everything seeming like a walking plague. Although, he jumped slightly as he shifted bit in his seat, hearing the greeting. “Oh. Uh, hey --- Busy too?” He lamely attempted small talk despite the circumstances.

#( x. juliet )

laskatucker:

Shaking her head in response, Alaska almost wished she could’ve offered a different answer to his question. Though she’d soon realize his confusion wasn’t so much about whether or not she’d gotten a text. “Sorry, babe, guess I haven’t been here long enough to join the chain…,” her voice trailing off as she grew curious about the message herself. Less about the contents, however, and more about what the sender had against Emmett. Biased as she might be, in her opinion he wasn’t the type to deserve getting singled out that way. “But wait— Why wouldn’t they invite you?”

“All the more reason for me to believe that this is just some dumb joke meant for me.” Emmett muttered exasperatedly with a roll of his eyes, the surroundings entirely foreign, except, thankfully, for Alaska’s precense. He didn’t even notice the person he recognized as the sender around, and this situation just was becoming further and further a puzzled mystery. And knowing Alaska, he trusted her the most out of anybody, being the one person who hadn’t seemingly judged him lately, so telling her surely wouldn’t be an issue. “I kind of --- ok, I stood the girl who sent it up for a blind date…I freaked out..”

#( x. alaska )

cecilyhanover:

She chuckled a little bit, feeling much better now about the Asher problem. “If you could, I would take it and try my best to avoid him, but he’s like a blonde seed or a wall you just can’t help to run face first into and he’s there…all the time-and you can’t try to get away from him. I kinda wish water would just rise up like a wave so I could just…you know, go over him or surf over him or something to avoid him.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the way she put it, making him even feel a bit better of feeling stuck about the situation regarding his old friend. “Now that I can relate to. And maybe that’s the answer I’ve been looking for. I’ve got to surf instead.” Emmett shook his head, knowing that things may inevitably to have to be confronted eventually. “I don’t know, it’s weird how we all ended up in the same place again. Too weird.”

#( x. cecily )

alina-aleksanders

Yeah well, guess the only thing I’m meant for is a life of wallowing. That’s cool though, good for the writing.

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@edenford

#( x. musings )#( x. ft. eden )#team we found the jackpot

alina-aleksanders

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@edenford

#hi kill me #( x. musings )#( x. ft. eden )

edenfords

Emmett lmao ☃

Eden’s reaction to getting hit with a snowball thrown by Emmett

It was a winter wonderland in July. As summer was coming to an end and with it the school-hosted summer camp, it’d been someone’s idea to close it out with the rental of a snow machine. Though her job as the elementary’s new music teacher didn’t officially start until the school year did, Eden had let herself be talked into joining the others for the day. It seemed like a good way to get herself used to the change in atmosphere, seeing as her last employment consisted of working with independent musicians in a tiny studio. With so many kids and their parents running around, she was doing her best to keep track of everything going on. Watching out for the occasional little one gone rogue. She was in the middle of being introduced to one of the high school’s English teachers when she was blindsided.

Initially expecting to turn around and find a kid no taller than three feet standing behind her, it was her surprise when she spotted the actual culprit. Standing off to the side, wearing an apologetic look on his face, Eden met eyes with the man who was opposite all her expectations. With the laughter of a child not too far from either of them, she put the pieces together and realized who might’ve been the actual target. Sending the male a wave and a smile, signaling it was all okay, she turned to the staff member beside her. “Who was that?” Clearly not having been paying attention, it takes them a second to figure out who she was talking about. “Anderson. He’s subs music at the high school, and elementary, sometimes.” Beaming at the mention of their shared subject, she turns to see if she still has a chance to introduce herself, only to find he was long gone. Maybe she’d get to meet him sometime.

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#SCREAMING #get out #( x. saved )#( x. ft. eden )

gracmartn

It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to go to Galatories when you can only afford the appetizer, not the mention only having fifty dollars to your name, but after months of craving their Cajun pasta… and tired of living off of Chinese take-out, Grace threw all priorities out the window. Bedridden with the flu for weeks truly put a dent in her paycheck, forcing Grace to struggle for the month as her bills were her main priority. Still, it didn’t stop the brunette for taking a table for herself, pretending she could afford a full course meal on her budget. She had talked herself into just sitting on for a small meal, but after smelling the free bread pass her and onto her neighbor’s table, Grace couldn’t help but lean over with furrowed brows and a watery mouth. “—Wow that smells good,” she finally says, mostly to herself. “If you’re not gonna eat that…”

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For some odd reason, the elderly attendance office lady at one of the elementary schools was desperate to set him up. And this time, as she mentioned she’d covered a tab for a full course meal at Galatories for another apparent blind date, he really couldn’t say no…yet again. What were you supposed to do? Not deny a sweet old lady that’s what. So, Emmett had taken up the offer, put on the best clothes of what he had, and was now sitting at the reserved table, tapping his fingers against the tabletop. It was karma. Had to be, for the last disaster in the same situation, the disaster of everything at that lately. With a sigh, Emmettt began scrolling through his phone, until finally shifting, readying to leave, just as he heard a nearby remark. He glanced at the bread-basket now being placed on his table and back to the girl seemingly eyeing it. “Knock yourself out. I was just leaving anyway..”

#( x. grace )

fairytalecaps

#( x. the show must go on )

cecilyhanover:

She smiled a little bit before nodding, sighing a bit as she ran a hand through her hair. “Thanks, and it’s alright-it’s something I have to take care of myself and just learn to avoid, that’s all,” Cecily said with a small smile. “Or try so hard not to do it, just take my own advice.” she said with a shrug.

Emmett couldn’t help but scoff amusedly at her remark. “Well, I will say that avoiding has definitely become a strong point of mine. --- if I didn’t happen to keep running into the dude.” He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “I’d more than happily give that over to you if I could, trust me.”

#( x. cecily )

maddie-york:

“Well if I’m old..” Giggling quietly, Maddie reached out to gently poke his arm, although with her slightly blurry vision, she ended up poking his chest. There wasn’t much Maddie was truly registering at the moment, except that her head was extremely fuzzy and she could feel the grin taking what seemed to be a permanent place on her face. If she was honest, she hadn’t really been looking forward to her birthday this year, so much was happening and getting on top of her that she didn’t want to think about. But now, she was so glad she had come out. “Thanks..” Even drunk, Maddie was touched by the gesture. She shouldn’t have come out without a jacket, but her vanity had forced her to brave the chill of the winter night, even if it wasn’t as cold as it could’ve been. Taking the jacket from him, Maddie lay it over her shoulders before pulling it tight around her. Leaning forward once they were both in the taxi, Maddie waved her finger towards the radio console. “Crank it up, it’s New Year’s! Woo!” Laughing as she leaned back in her seat, Maddie held up a finger. “Taxi party to my place!” Giving her address, she nodded enthusiastically as the driver repeated it back to her, chuckling as his passenger was slurring her words. “That’s me! Onwards!” Looking over at Emmett, Maddie reached across with her hand, gently patting his arm and then his shoulder. “I’m really glad you didn’t leave tonight, it wouldn’t have been anywhere near this much fun without you..” Shuffling over, Maddie lay her head on his shoulder for a second before sitting back up as a song came on. “I love this song!” Luckily for everyone with ears, the taxi ride to her apartment wasn’t that long and they were soon pulling up. Handing over a bill, Maddie patted Emmett again before stumbling her way out of the cab. “Do you want to come in for a drink?”

“Are you going to finish that? Yeah, probably best you didn’t.” Emmett nudged her back from his seat, in response to her not finishing the remarks about their current ages. It was strange that to him…time had felt like some floating illusion for the past few years. But his mind at the moment currently had no stance on registering the thought, or anything, thankfully, as he’d likely only made things more and complicated and worse earlier that night with his present life. He probably should still be more concerned about ruining anything with Maddie even, yet, with how much fun they were consumed in, with the music blasting, and constantly laughing in their drunken states, Emmett couldn’t bring himself to currently care on that matter either. He just found himself glimpsing over at every chance he got, eyeing her from his peripheral from the passing lights of the city surrounding them. And luckily, the taxi driver seemed equally as amused still of them. “You’re welcome, bringing the party to you!” Emmett exclaimed to the guy, but before leaning back in his seat, he caught Maddie gentle, comforting gestures. His eyes caught onto hers, a smile plastering upon his features, that despite everything, someone believed that things were going to be all right, from the one person he wanted to hear it from most. “Thanks.” Emmett replied, somehow not as hazily in that moment. “Means a lot.” His grin widened as her head nestled into his shoulder, letting it rest there…until it was only a few more minutes until the cab pulled up.

After attempting to fight her about the taxi bill, to no avail, Emmett sighed, shaking his head amusedly. “I’m – I’m not sure about that.” He practically stumbled himself, but once upright, stood as straight as possible before her. “But…can I make sure you get inside ok?”

#( x. maddie )#all goooddd in da hood #rolling w ittt #deuces

cecilyhanover:

“Yeah…” she said with another nod. “Oh you were?” she thought about it as she remembered who was in the band. “Yeah personal….and sometimes I feel like kissing him each time I do see him.” Cecily groaned for a moment as she kept thinking about it. “You think that’s weird that I want to kiss my ex instead of avoiding him?”

“Yeah, it’s cool, I get it. Most people notice the lead singer.” Emmett shrugged, an issue he never found to be a problem. It was the other band members who had. Although, his eyes widened at her admittance about his old friend. “Uh..I know I just helped you with advice a few minutes ago, but trust me, I’m not the person to ask about Asher. Especially right now.”

#( x. cecily )

cecilyhanover:

Onyx. The band her ex, Asher, was the lead singer in. “Onyx,” she repeated. “Yeah my ex boyfriend was then lead singer of the band…” the ex she thought she could’ve avoid, but then she bumped into him that night…”Still have the CD you guys made and I still listen to it.”

Emmett slowly nodded in affirmation, his head picked up as she continued however. “No kidding.” He muttered, in regards to everything relating to Onyx.“But yeah...I thought you sort of seemed familiar...I was the drummer. --- That’s cool that you do though. Even with personal history.”