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KENNEDY: what i just sent you? KENNEDY: delete it. KENNEDY: it wasn’t meant for you. KENNEDY: please?
ELENA: DAMN ELENA: who was it meant for ELENA: girl i’m super curious now ELENA: ok first of all your ass is beautiful you should know that ELENA: but holy fuck ya done fucked up girl
ADAM: when are you coming back? ADAM: alex isn’t as exciting as she seems. ADAM: that and i have some weed i can’t smoke all by myself.
RILEY: ummmm i’m nearly done shooting!! RILEY: the view is so beautiful here, wish we could smoke it out here :( RILEY: i’m v tired so please hold out for me bud RILEY: omg get it. bud. jesus christ i’m funny!!
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“Do you mind if I read you something?” Tali asked quietly, poetry book clasped between her fingers. She’s wanted to tell her for weeks now how she felt, but every option seemed so anti climatic. Or just awkward. So she settled on this.
“Do it, go for it,” Jenn reassured her. The credits of the romcom they’d just watched together began to roll so Jenn was definitely in the mood for something deeper than cheesy film. There was an edge to Tali’s voice that made Jenn taken aback slightly.
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ES: hi hello young sir ES: i need a ride somewhere ES: and that somewhere is home ES: or honestly straight to your couch which is seriously the most comfortable thing ever ES: please respond as soon as possible, thanks
THANDO: well young lady what do we have here 😏 THANDO: my couch is very open minded, just consulted with it THANDO: WAIT I HAVE A NEW MOTORCYCLE THANDO: i mean the lambo can get a little claustro so? thoughts?
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Prior to their agreement, Nagan and Hada acknowledged each other but, quite frankly, could hardly consider each other friends. They simply shared multiple friends, which translated to continuous time spent together. They greeted one another, they spoke, but it wasn’t until they bumped into each other in the library, exchanged pleasantries and realized how similar their fucked up lives had become that something within clicked. Nagan remained very much smitten with his ex, unable to reject his calls or ignore his texts. But the fuckboy made a point of displaying his string of conquests since the break up. Nagan wasn’t even sure getting back together was his endgame. Maybe he just wanted to get even.
But this - whatever this was - was far beyond his comfort zone and, had Hada not knocked on his window, he might have very well ignited the engine and turned around before ever making a grand entrance. “Punctuality was never my thing,” the young male admitted as he locked the doors. Hada was, without doubt, beautiful. In a very care free manner. Chasing after her was probably like chasing after butterflies. She possessed a light he could only dream of someday encountering again. But her presence did lift the weight on his chest. “Organised chaos does sound like fun. I do require a few shots first.” His lips curled, palm pressing to her lower back as he gestured towards where the most liquor was concentrated.
Hada noticed that some partygoers had noticed Nagan’s presence already. Their recognition brought a warm glow to her core and a thundering in her chest. Hada was always paranoid about others’ judgement. After all, that was the whole motivation for their arrangement. Her result of Nagan as her fake rebound was more serendipity than choice, and it was very lucky. As he pulled up, she thought he looked at ease. His suave presence was calming.
She put her cigarette before they went in. There was too much guilt to smoke in front of another person. Somehow, manners always made their way into Hada’s behaviour no matter how much she resisted.
“Ugh,” Hada replied, with slight yet exaggerated exasperation. She tilted her head backwards, lull in thought as her arms lightly wrapped around Nagan’s shoulders. “You go ahead,” she finally said, facing him. “I–I...I just want to have my ex’s reaction crystal clear in my vision so I’m holding back. He’s somewhere around here for sure. I don’t think having word about us going is enough. I want him to...remember it. That’s not too much, right?” She was stunned by her own bitterness. Around Nagan, she felt comfortable vocalising these thoughts. He wasn’t a close friend so it almost felt easier that he barely knew her. Hada wasn’t convinced of the logic but he was here, they were here. The least she could do was grab the bottle and shot glasses for him. She chuckled as she began untwisting the bottle cap. With the rush of the moment, she hadn’t even bothered to look at what she was opening.
— HIS BROTHERS LIKED TO COMPLAIN HE HAD IT THE EASIEST. Youngest to four overachieving older brothers and born to parents who decided to pack up their family of seven and move to a developing country, for no reason except to give their sons what they never had, he wouldn’t deny he had it easy. He had read that ‘Nobody stuffs the world in at your eyes’, but he begged to disagree. The world as he know it has just splattered paint down his cheeks, pulled rabbits out of his ears and covered his eyes with tinfoil. He’d just been tossed into the Pacific Ocean head-first, screaming, and suddenly his hollow life purpose has been redefined. He was Maaz Sidhu and he was destined for greatness. He was intelligent, not academically, but he saw the world in a way no one else had. He was charismatic, perhaps his greatest feature, so it was no surprise when his brothers jet out to become doctors and lawyers, and engineers, he had inherited the family business, and to everyone’s disbelief— he helped it flourish.
He deemed himself a traveller, a worldly one at that, and he had seen a lot more than most thirty-two year olds due to his apparent success. When he met her, his now fiancee, he had never expected to get married. He met her at a point in his life when he should have been married already (at least, that’s what his mother kept telling him) so after fourteen months of dating, the question had rushed out of his mouth without enough thought. Now, he was on his way to becoming a married man. Meeting her family wasn’t difficult; he was a charming man, and just as he had suspected, her parents fell in love with him. All that was left was to meet her sister, another feat he deemed more than possible. When she leaned into him, telling him that her sister was approaching behind them, he turned on his heel, more than ready.
There is a feeling of electricity in the dining hall, and he’s turning to grin at her, wide, with his canines. Though his charismatic persona falls short when his eyes stall on her. Without meaning to, he runs his tongue against his teeth, and they feel like miniature moons cradled by his gums. She is right in front of him. He’s never seen something so strange in his life. In his mind, he recognizes that she is the type of bird who should be preserved in a zoo – the last of a dying, exotic, eternally unique species. He recognizes her as the girl he would never forget, not in a million years. He’s happy now, he truly is, but nothing could tamper his memory of that girl— of the girl standing in front of him now. He doesn’t say anything. He simply stand there, feeling ridiculous in his formal suit, and watches her slowly starting to fumble. He watches her until he feels a sharp elbow burrowing into his side and he clears his throat, gaze sliding to his fiancee before back to her.
“This is— this is your— sorry, your sister? It’s nice to see— meet you.”
It took a while for the McFadden family to adjust to Danielle when she was a newborn as they were older parents. Danielle was spoilt as an only child, precocious and firmly aware of her wealth and privilege. Not knowing things irritated her. And it was most shocking of all when she found out in her adulthood, that her father the esteemed Aaron McFadden was not as patient as the couple’s public reputation was back then. Her older half-sister (by a few months) was raised far from her and her identity only revealed once a kidney donation made her a better match than Danielle herself. It was a blow to Danielle’s streak of being good at everything but alas, she was more than happy to keep her own pair. She didn’t deem her relevant until the news of her engagement was announced. Oh, great. Something else Danielle hadn’t been able to do: settle down. When it came to her sister, she was a pleasant person but was paranoid around Danielle. If she intimidated her own sister, that was all Danielle needed. She had never had an interest to forge a relationship.
She would never intend to do so though. Her preference was almost none at all, but she kept her standards high. Romance was not in her agenda for success. Rarely did Danielle perform a walk of shame, countable on one hand as she mostly invited her one night stands to one of her apartments or hotel rooms. Her near perfect memory was selective as she can distinctly recall when she had to escape from someone else’s abode after a night spent together but most of the time, their identities were irrelevant. Danielle’s standards weren’t baseless. She owned her sexuality.
“Different mothers,” Danielle replied, deadpanned. It wasn’t her usual tone and a horrible first impression. However, this wasn’t her first time meeting Maaz. She recalled how they were extremely compatible: passionate and ambitious. Their charisma overflowed into immense physicality. The realisation that he was engaged to her sister was only second to another thought: they shared him. No matter how refined and educated Danielle was, her core was the spoilt child she started life as. Sharing was not her virtue. “Nervous about meeting the rest of the family? She’s unfamiliar with some of them. They’ll be hostile but there’s ways to navigate us McFaddens.” Danielle was only half-committed to her words, with her pleasantness at its maximum but her attention oddly distracted.
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Genevieve was livid. As the sole daughter of a very wealthy and influential Lord, it seemed that her hand was made desirable. Her refusal to wed, however, was beginning to pose as an issue. Two men went to battle, knocking each other off their horses. One died from the fall, the other walked away with severe injuries. His greatest blow, however, came in the form of the brunette’s rejection. Why was it men thought women were to be won over by violence? Her father shared a different opinion on the matter. And was growing impatient. Evidence of as much was the resources he’d spent in order to purchase her rather exquisite dress. She suspected it was simply to attract more men. Pathetic.
The Lady loved a good party, but this one had been tainted with her father’s intentions. Regardless, she was pressed to attend. So she cleaned her station and entered the expensive robes in order to join those already celebrating a royal birth. Genevieve felt her father had her on display for the highest bidder and, quite frankly, she was not amused.
Since Santiago was still serving in the army, his marriage had been delayed until he could come home for long enough to be a husband. As a minor prince with no direct line to the throne here or back home, he was betrothed to the daughter of the neighbouring kingdom’s youngest princess as a peace offering. However, he did not act like this at all. The young man hadn’t been sent on a campaign yet and was frequently seen in brothels. He celebrated often without cause and had complaints from the royal stables of him and his entourage trying to drunkenly unlock and ride them. Santiago was happy with his current life as his royal status offered certain protection in suffering military hardship. That being said, he behaved at official and legitimate celebrations. His cousin had fathered another child — what a joy for another little thing to be ahead of Santiago’s claim.
He had been to Genevieve’s services for wounds from drunken fights. She was the only healer who had dared to question their legitimacy as battle training wounds or something else. It made him remember her. “This is certainly different,” he greeted. Santi was trying to hiding his laughter. “So a fiery woman at work, but now attempting to perform the role of a maiden. Quite some theatre, Lady Genevieve. Some liquid courage?” He offered his drink.
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“Do you want to go to my boxing class with me?”
“I mean, definitely but where did this come from? When did you start boxing?”
“You can’t just kidnap me and expect me not to ask where we’re going. I mean you can but that’s not what I’m trying to say. Just tell me where we’re going.”
Darren couldn’t blame or joke about Ahmir being ‘dumb’ now. It was two weeks before his birthday but February 29th didn’t exist this year. “I’m not kidnapping you. I’ve just never driven there before so I’m a little lost.” In reality, they were still preparing Ahmir’s party.
“You’re not half bad at this.”
“Can’t tell if you’re being serious or not?” The whirr of her needle continued. “Still, nice of you support your friend. Most people ‘supporting’ are just as nervous.”
*whispers* single dad ( hell maybe not so single dad ) & nanny plot. where she’s got the biggest infatuation with him and he’s trying his best to ignore how good she looks in her short skirts and dresses. her “accidentally” bumping into him in nothing but a towel. late nights completely tired after getting the baby to bed and falling asleep on the couch together. her finally showing up in his bedroom in nothing but lingerie ;)
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An amused look was on her face, but she didn’t want to look pleased or anything. She was doing this for Elena, and though it was fun to go out and be that ‘hot’ woman who could score someone much younger than her… she wasn’t a fan of risking her reputation back at home. “Whatever you want, you know that,” she responded back smoothly, her eyes squinting somewhat as she challenged her back. That was the fun part — Elena kept her on her toes and she didn’t have a moment to sit and get bored. “Then do it. Shove your tongue down my throat in a public setting. I feel like your hypothesis may be proven wrong, regardless of how public we are. If I were to see a couple like us out, I’d definitely give a few shits if I saw them making out. Albeit, it’d be for more voyeuristic intentions but there would still be shits being given.” Though her expression remained stoic (except for that slight smirk), the tone of her voice was definitely teasing and she was setting down her drink so she could run her fingers along the edge of the table.
Elena pursed her lips. It wasn’t like the classroom where she didn’t give a shit was Ava was teaching and instead stared at her legs and ass, which were no longer simply a fantasy. But now, her words mattered — and Ava was good with hers, especially in comparison to Elena’s clumsy and unrestrained speaking style. Drawn into each word, each syllable spoken by her was delightful to Elena’s ears, as smooth as the magnetic force she was. “Testing me? Not sure if proving a hypothesis is motive enough.” Elena added a chuckle. When her words were taken at face value, it mean that Ava was paying attention. And goodness, that’s all she wanted. That was the allure of a public date too. All these people? But Ava was hers. Elena would have adored to show her off but she knew her limits. She leaned into the table, mindful of her coffee cup in the way. “Voyeu–voyeuristic, ristic? Ristic.” Elena said slowly, examining the word aloud but quietly. She tried to catch Ava’s eyeline. “Fancy words, said so nicely. I say shit, sound like a goddamn witch. You say shit and it’s more like, I dunno. You classy bitch.”
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open to: any; suggested connection: the ex she cheated on but she keeps pulling them back in; someone she shouldn’t be with (up to you) so they’re trying, and failing, to stay away from each other; surprise me;
zara: please be awake zara: stuck at this party and my ride fucking ditched me :( zara: can you come get me??
silas: bitch wow i’m doing schoolwork for once and you want me to come save you? should i go grab my white horse and armor? silas: go steal someone’s vodka and chug it. enjoy yourself. a party is a party. silas: gonna need a better reason, sweetcheeks
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the man went behind the bar immediately to grab a couple of beers from the fridge, making note to add it to the point of sales once he got in the next morning. as he opened them, he heard her speak and then made a face before sliding the beer across the bar and leaning on the edge of it. “well, the marinara recipe has been in my family since my nonna opened up awhile ago. i’ve just gotten back from italy where i studied with my zia after graduating from la cuisine in paris… so maybe it’s that,” he responded, understanding the reputation some people thought of bariletti’s. taking a long sip of the beer, he wasn’t sure if she was coming to check out the ‘competition’, because he usually didn’t brag about his accomplishments. his father always told him to be modest, but he was a little defensive of his family’s business.
aloise raised her head as an excitable puppy would. any mention of europe made her dearly homesick. there was a reason that she left the continent, but any reminders of home were appreciated. “oh my god, paris!” she pronounced it the english way. “do you speak any french?” she asked in her native tongue. “we speak differently in belgium, though,” she added in english.
“but, your zia? i’m not familiar with that.” she even broke into a confused laughter, as her training was far less impressive. she wanted to keep the mood light. most of her co-workers would crucify for fraternising with the opponent. but some of them were haughty and pretentious enough not even consider bariletti’s a proper restaurant. “it sounds wholesome.” her word choice careful and deliberate. “madame drives us intensely to innovate, bring that modern spark. i’m not a food scientist. we’re all overwhelmed but no one wants to admit it.” she sighed, not meaning to rant. “sorry, sorry. but home cooking is good to source from,” she concluded. his disposition was refreshing from the hotheaded coworkers she was used to dealing with. her curiosity turned into comfort since his hospitality was still there, outside of business.
meme!! for elena and ava / [text]: Yeah but who says we can’t be shitfaced and tan at the same time? / [text]: It stopped being casual for me when I waxed my vagina for you. / [text]: Refresh my memory – were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
“yeah but who says we can’t be shitfaced and tan at the same time?”
[text] i don’t tan. i don’t do the whole ‘sitting in the sun’, especially not with alcohol. the last time i was in hawaii, i burnt and i was drinking way too much tequila…[text] however, if you want to tan and get “shitfaced”, i’ll supervise and then when you’re all done i’ll be inside ready for you.
“it stopped being casual for me when i waxed my vagina for you.”
[text] i never asked you to do that![text] it was appreciated and cute, but i definitely didn’t ask you to do that.[text] however, as nice as it would be to not keep this casual… i have a family, elena. i have to keep this casual. i hope you and your vagina are okay with that.
“refresh my memory – were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?”
[text] you were yelling “my girlfriend is fucking hot! i’m gonna totally get laid tonight!”[text] and then proceeded to jump up on the table and show off, i guess. [text] seriously, i cannot take you out anywhere. i think it was me choosing to leave and them forcing me to choose to leave.[text] let’s just hope no one puts a youtube video of it up… and if they do, that my face isn’t in it.
