ungodly hour

rebekah 'bekah' huntington. heir to the throne. 26. interior designer. aquarius.

[misshuntington]

ｏｐｅｎ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ : @mapleviewstarters​

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ :  THRIFT STORE . 

Rebekah was always on the hunt for good decor. A thoughtfully decorated space was always a flex. This time, her clients wanted spooky and the best place to get worn down items was a good ol’ thrift shop. She had found herself in a bargaining war with another customer who also oddly wanted the specific piece. She grew frustrated, huffing at the stranger and looking around. “How much for that headless baby, then?!” She asked, loudly. “Wait– where’d you get that?” She asked the presence in front of her, peaking into their basket of things. 

[ronweasley]

[urbanxdivinity]

[misshuntington]

oriiginalsiiner​:

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     :        𝐑𝐘.      𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍    &       𝐑.     𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ——— her usual wrath for ruining something of hers , he had done this over and over again and she would eventually forgive him . ❝ beks will you relax ? ❞ he tells her between small snickers , piercing green eyes stare at him and he realizes she is nit in a joking matter , his hands cup her face making her look at him ❝ I’m sorry okay ? ❞ there were only a hand full of people that saw this in him and two in this house right now : his mother and rebekah ❝ im sorry that I ruined it . you know dad hasn’t even said hi or acknowledge me , yet as soon as rocco asks for anything he’s there at his feet , it’s like I don’t even exist to him , you wouldn’t know what that’s like my dearest beks , you were always his favorite . ❞

ｒｅｂｅｋａｈ ｂｌｉｎｋｅｄ ａｓ ｈｅ ｓｐｏｋｅ ：WAS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE? She wanted to punch him across the face but they were in front of too many people. She pushed his hands off her perfectly glammed face and patted her make-up. “The fuck, Ryder?” She said, grabbing a gold champagne glass off the tray roaming around with drinks. “Why the fuck are you shitting yourself over our old ass dad at my 26th birthday party? Shouldn’t you be trying to hook up with my friends or something?” She asked, chugging the alcohol in the glass and setting it back down on the waiter’s tray. “What can I do to make you shut the hell up about our family problems and just have a fun night for my birthday? Need some of this? C’mon,” she said, extending her hand for him to grab it. Their favorite coping mechanism was illegal but it did what it needed to do.

[misshuntington]

oriiginalsiiner​:

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑      :       𝐑.      𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍     &      𝐑.      𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ) 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐇 ——— it was that she wa some of the most independent women he had ever met , still with a trust fund as big as texas , she still made a name for herself . seeing her create a voice memo for him , he can’t help but smile with his hands in his pocket ❝ I was already on my way here , beks. ❞ he motioned with a small smile on his lips , kissing her forehead tenderly , even if he was feeling like shit ❝ so what’re we doing today ? ❞

ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔ ｓｏｒｒｙ ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｅｒ ｖｏｃｉｅ ｍｅｍｏ ：AT LEAST HER BROTHERS WOULD ALWAYS UNDERSTAND HER WAYS. She kissed his cheek back, guiding him through the site. “Welcome to La Casa De Huntington,” she said extending her arms and pointing to the structure being built. “We actually have to discuss logistics, Roc,” she said, a pit forming in her stomach. This was going to be awkward. “Follow me to the back,” she said, bringing him towards the back of the house where another structure was being built. “So, I know we discussed you wanted to build Rosalia her own get ready... guest house but since... you know... she’s not going to...” Rebekah stopped and cleared her throat. “You already know what the fuck I’m getting at so do you still want it or not? We could make it a bachelor pad instead or something. I just didn’t think you’d want to build something for someone who won’t be using it,” Bekah explained. “By the way, are you okay? I know we don’t talk about it but I can’t have you spiraling without me knowing.” She said.

[misshuntington]

corleoneisms​:

(  closed  starter  :  @misshuntington​  )

                     shes laying in rebekahs bed at huntington manner as she sees through the open door her brothers walking by , as the door closes she rests her hands on the leaning on them ❛ honestly why are your brothers so hot ? ❜ she questioned the brunette before her ❛ ryder is just wow , your dad can literally tell me to fuck off and I won’t even be offended and then rocco, o still can’t believe how Rosalia don’t want his baby’s . listen once your brother is done with rough patch , you can tell him I’m 100% ready to make him forget all about miss model but oh my god , you won’t believe me who i saw the other day ! ❜

ｒｅｂｅｋａｈ ｌｅｔ ｏｕｔ ａ ｌｏｕｄ ｇｒｏａｎ ：AS SHE GOT HOME from a long day of working. She kicked her heels off immediately as she entered the house. Walking up the grand staircase to her bedroom, she found her red-headed best friend occupying the space and she smiled. “Really, girl? I couldn’t even tell ya’. Rocco’s adopted and I think Ryder was dropped as a child,” she joked and unbuttoned her shirt, walking into her closet and finding a pair of silk pajamas to switch into. “Plus, I’m the hottest one of this family, don’t play with me,” Bekah said, slipping out of her clothes into her pajamas. She jumped onto the bed next to her and let out a sigh, “I don’t want you as my sister in law. That’s gross, FYI,” she said and giggled. “Who’d you see around this weird ass place?” She asked, snuggling up to her friend.

[misshuntington]

ofwarss​:

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕 . 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏. 

he hearts the word ’ veteran ’ and he shakes his head , a laugh escaping his lips as he takes a sip of the beer in front of him . “ you know I’m not retired right , I just wanted to come home . ” he nudged her arm ever so softly , taking another bite of the pizza before him “ yeah , I was talking to roman , he’s very proud of you both . ” he knew that rebekah and rocco were roman’s pride and joy unlike ryder, who was renatas . “ I also heard that ryders is quite the spectacle on your birthday . ” he says chuckling “ but as far as me , I literally got back yesterday and I think rosalias ready to kick me out . ”

ｓｈｅ ｐｕｃｋｅｒｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｌｉｐｓ ：AND SHRUGGED. “Well, for all I know, you’re a veteran in my eyes,” she said, nudging his arm back. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Yeah, I almost beat him in front of everybody that night. I don’t know what enlightened him to start some shit at my freaking birthday party,” she ranted and stopped herself. “Oh, so soon! I thought you were going to stay in the air force forever,” she said. “Really? I heard Rosie Jane has a sweet new spot,” Rebekah said, knowing very well she knew all these details through her own extensive research. “Also– technically you’re my ex brother-in-law now!” 

[misshuntington]

ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ :  @theclayhawkins // CLAY HAWKINS

ｗｈｏ ｗｏｕｌｄ＇ｖｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ：OAT MILK WOULD BE THE HARDEST THING TO FIND IN A GROCERY STORE. Rebekah scanned the shelves for her very particular oat-milk when she saw the familiar face in her peripheral vision. ‘HOLY FUCK....’ she thought to herself, suddenly fixing her hair to frame her face and pulling out her lipgloss to coat her raspberry tinted lips. She would never be the bigger person to publicly acknowledge him, mostly due to their last encounter, but she would always be the one to play games. She cleared her throat, acting as nonchalant as she could and somehow bumping into him, dropping her oat-milk carton. She let out an over-dramatic gasp and her green hues widened, scanning his body from head to toe. “My, oh, my, I am beside myself!” Rebekah said in her quirky southern belle accent. “If it isn’t a ghost from my past. What are you doing around here? Stalking me?”

[misshuntington]

who's catching your eye around here?

“ｉ ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ：KISS AND TELL.”

[misshuntington]

why do your brothers suck?

“ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ：MAYBE JUST MAYBE you don’t have the fucking spine to deal with us Huntington’s. Grow a pear.”

[misshuntington]

home alone or elf?

“ｈｏｍｅ ａｌｏｎｅ ：WILL FARRELL gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

[misshuntington]

what do you want for christmas this year?

“ａ ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎ ｂｕｃｋｓ ：AND A PAIR OF UGGS.”

[misshuntington]

would you be on the naughty or nice list this christmas?

“ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｏｆｆｅｎｓｉｖｅ ：WE ALL KNOW, I’d be on the nice list. Asshole.”

[misshuntington]

[kathybethterry]

[misshuntington]

ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ :  @therosalia // ROSALIA MORTIMER-HUNTINGTON

ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ ｈａｐｐｙ ｈｅｒ ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ ｇｏｔ ａ ｄｉｖｏｒｃｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｉｓ ｗｉｆｅ ：ABSOLUTELY NOT. But Rocco was her family and she would always take his side. The tricky thing here was... Rebekah and Rosalia pretty much grew up together and she was like the older sister she never had. She honestly did miss her and wanted the best for her at the end of the day. That’s why after a year of not seeing or speaking to each other, she thought why not show up with an edible arrangement? Rebekah had all types of access to real estate in Mapleview being closely connected to the industry, this was no shock she quickly found Rosalia’s new home. She walked up to the large door, knocking loudly, holding the outrageous arrangement hoping for the best. “Dildo delivery for Rosalia!” She called out in a disguised deep voice, giggling at her joke.

[misshuntington]

ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ : @oriiginalsiiner // ROCCO HUNTINGTON 

ｓｈｅ ｚｏｏｍｅｄ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｈｉｓ ａｎｄ ｈｉｓ ｅｘ－ｗｉｆｅ’ｓ ｎｅｗ ｈｏｍｅ ： BARBIE TINGZ BY NICKI MINAJ BLASTING THROUGH HER SPEAKERS. Coming to a hard stop on the dirt hill that revealed the base of the house being built, she put her pink hard-hat on and stepped out onto the driveway. Waving at the men working, she turned around and pulled her phone out. “Disrespect my time again, Rocco, I’m kicking your ass,” she said into her phone’s microphone and hit send on the voice to text.