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@laurelmitchellismss
@dexmxtchxll
They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.
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@dexmxtchxll
too fucking soon. ;; self-para
WHERE: Dayton, California
WHEN: April 14th, 2020
TIME: Late evening
WARNINGS: Death mention
CHARACTER MENTIONS: Dexter Mitchell, Felicity Mitchell (NPC)
PROMPT: Laurel’s reaction to Dex’s death. CAUTION: I’m fucking emotional right now, don’t touch me.
Have you ever kept a major secret from your husband?
“Yes.”
@dexmxtchxll
Vibrator? Yes or No?
“Nope.”
Emeraude Toubia and Eiza Gonzalez for @shadowplots and myself hehehe
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mariposa-v-lopez:
“Do I know you?” she asked after that little…outburst, wrinkling her nose. Mariposa generally wasn’t a nice person, she usually went out of her way to be a not-so-nice person, but she genuinely wasn’t trying to be mean- she had no clue who the woman was. But clearly the dark haired woman knew who she was- and she wasn’t very happy to see her. In fairness, not too many people were happy to see Mariposa, she was sort of used to that. “Either way, I’m having a fucking coffee, what does it look like I’m doing?” she snapped, lifting her drink to pointedly take a sip.
But then the woman gave her a look and there was a faint whisper of a memory that danced in the back of her mind. It’d been a long time ago, shit, she couldn’t even recall if she’d been legal at the time, but she’d definitely seen this woman somewhere before. Or, if her reaction was anything to go by, there was a good chance she was someone Mariposa had scorned in the past- she got a lot of that too. “Wait, I know you. I think,” she mused as she leaned back in her seat to study the woman, completely unapologetic with the fact that she’d clearly forgotten. In her defence, she went through partners like a person with a cold went through tissues, she didn’t remember most of them.
It truly did make sense why most people didn’t like her.
“It’s Laura or Lauren or something, right?” she asked after a moment, the memories still foggy but definitely there.
“I meant Dayton,” she snapped back. This was completely unlike herself. She was typically much more welcoming than this, especially with people who are new to town and with people from her past. Mariposa was both. And while Laurel had always assumed that the only person she would’ve reacted like this to was her ex Francisco, she honestly never thought that she’d act like this to the other girl. Well, to be fair, she tried to push Mariposa as far away from her mind and memories as much as possible after they parted. But god, seeing her again after so long brought back so many memories for her. The good times, the bad times; Especially their last couple of moments when she found out she was being played. And now, years later being a couple feet away from each other and Mariposa having forgotten her name, it just added more fuel to the fire. “I meant, what are you doing in Dayton?”
She gathered some napkins from a nearby table. She began to clean up her mess, unable to look at her. Just seeing her again brought everything back to her. At this point, the woman wasn’t sure what hurt more: the bad memories that led up to finding out the truth of Mariposa’s real intentions or the good memories that had caused her to start falling for the other girl. Before she met her, she had tried to develop feelings for a childhood best friend of hers while they were in college but it went nowhere. She’d mainly stuck with mindlessly sex and casual flirtations. Mariposa had been the first person since Francisco in which, she actually started to develop feelings for. And for a moment, she thought the other girl felt the same way. But god dammit, it wasn’t. It was nothing more than a game. Months later, she would end up studying abroad before coming back home, heading to Vegas, and then meeting Dex that very fateful night. Crazy how life works sometimes.
I know you. It irritated her how those three little words caused her to snap up to look at her again so quickly. A part of her had been hopeful after she left Toronto that maybe, Mariposa would realized that she did hold some feelings for her and try to contact her. She felt stupid the next couple of weeks afterwards when that never happened. “Laurel,” she corrected, sighing as she stood up to throw away the napkins and her now empty coffee cup. She leaned against a table to look at her, arms crossed over her chest as her eyes scanned her face. “Laurel Mitch- well, it had been Laurel Thatcher when we met. So yeah, close enough.” She shook her head. “God, for real though: what are you doing here in Dayton?” There was no malice this time in her tone; Just general curiosity.
Biggest regret?
“The separation and almost divorce, along with the reason why I had made that option in the first place. Never doing that again.”
top 3 hottest ladies?
“Ryleigh and King are the only two I really know, just so happens that they’re also hot. And what’s her face- she got really mad when I forgot her name, so I’m not going to bother. She knows I’m talking about her, I’m sure.”
@ryleighmeadows, @oricnking, @laurelmitchellismss
i said, NOTHING fucks with my baby *chainsaw revving sound*
What is your favorite motivational quote?
“Growing up, my jida would tell me: لا يهم كم أنت بطيئ طالما أنك لن تتوقف. Which, in English means, ‘It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.’ I’ve loved that quote ever since. It really helps inspire me to keep pushing through any problems and troubles I may face.”
honesty hour
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Avery
realdylanadams:
The opening of Tits, Clits, & Bong Hits had gone better than Dylan could have expected. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and she knew the money was pouring in. Now was for the hard part: the clean up. Man, she was not looking forward to seeing what mess was left over from the chaotic grand opening. Dylan was pretty far gone during the night as she kept a stead diet of coke and weed wild everyone ran around making a mess of her newest baby. She couldn’t care in the moment. But now that she was coming down from her binge, she was not ready to see the what it looked like behind those doors. Motorcycle parked by the curb, Dylan was standing out front with a cigarette between her lips. “Hey, I’ll give you a free round of hookah and a drink if you help me clean up this shit,” she said to the first person who walked by. Considering most of the town came to the opening, she figured it was a pretty safe thing to offer someone.
God, it had honestly been a fun night. Smoking some good hookah, having some drinks, interacting with people, and watching people running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to complete dares to get to go inside the VIP booths. Watching some of the dares had been pretty funny, some had been cringey. But overall, it had been a pretty good night. With Sol taking Avery and Ellie to a diner for food before going back to Sol’s penthouse for a sleepover, Laurel had been about to get a Lyft and head home. Sure, she didn’t drink that much but she wasn’t willing to risk it. Heading outside, she smiled at the blonde at first before getting on her phone. Yet when she started to talk to her, she realized who she was. “Oh my god- you’re Dylan! Hey! The grand opening was amazing; I’m most definitely going to come here more often.” Maybe she could even bring Dex with her sometime. She loves him but he certainly needs to chill a bit more. “Sure, I’d love to help. Where do you need me to start off at?” She was scared to clean the bathroom. And a certain weed booth.
Emeraude Toubia & Chris Evans, requested by anonymous.
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quinnx:
“there is, it makes it easier to make friends… it’s not really my strong suit. though i suppose making friends by simply bonding over addiction isn’t the healthiest.” quinn said laughing awkwardly as she fiddled with her fingers. the blonde perked up a bit at her mention of a husband, she loved the idea of marriage and couldn’t wait for her turn to experience it all. “wow, he’s really talented. how long have you been married? i mean- obviously, you don’t have to answer that since it might be weird to tell a complete stranger. sorry. i just really admire people who get married, it all seems so magical.” the younger girl smiled softly.
“Really? You seem to be doing good so far,” she mused, hinting at the possibility of them potentially being friends. “I suppose it isn’t, yeah. But on the bright side, it could lead to getting to know people better and finding another connection that’s potentially more healthy!” Laurel beamed at the compliment. Ooo, she couldn’t wait to tell Dex later. She knows how important his work was to him; It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him. “He really is. I’m so proud of him.” Laughing, she waved off her apology, not bothered by her question. “You’re all good, darling! We’ve been together for seven years now. It can be, but we do end up having problems every now and then. Fortunately, we work on them.” She was truly happy that they were now working and talking about their problems instead of just sweeping them under the rug. It made her hopeful, especially after everything.
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