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noelle--makeup artist for suburbia

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Favorite Foods of the Muse

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🍦 Favorite flavor of ice cream?  🍬Favorite type of candy?  🍎 Favorite fruit? 🌽 Favorite vegetable? 🎂 Favorite type of cake? 🍕 Favorite type of pizza? ☕ Favorite warm beverage? 🍶 Favorite cold beverage? 🍺 Favorite alcoholic beverage? 🍇 Favorite snack? 🍳 Favorite thing to cook? 🍪 Favorite type of cookie? 🍰 Favorite type of dessert?  🍤 Favorite type of seafood? 🍋 Favorite sour food? 🍩 Favorite sweet food? 🍞 Favorite type of sandwich? 🍲 Favorite type of soup? 🍟 Favorite type fried food? 🍔 Favorite type of “junk” food? 🍫 Favorite type of chocolate?

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text → noelle

AARON: if i were to - hypothetically - suggest a spa day, would you be interested?

AARON: and on this hypothetical spa day would you have suggestions for where to go

AARON: because the spa i used to go to - hypothetically - leaked my whereabouts and i got hounded by hypothetical paparazzi

NOELLE: there's a lot of hypotheticals. are we sure this isn't reality?

NOELLE: i'm 100% down for a spa day. i've never once put cucumbers over my eyes. are they just for show or are there benefits?

NOELLE: also i'm only down for going if you tell me more about these hypothetical situations because now i really wanna know why they'd rat you out.

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text || oliver & noelle

oliver: i mean, there's only so much i can physically eat as a human being. yes, mama would be ashamed, i'm sure.

oliver: feel free.

oliver: i missed you too. been weird being away.

noelle: i'm ashamed for her

noelle: tell me this. tell me for real, ok? no bullshit.

noelle: are you okay?

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text || oliver & noelle

oliver: i make too much bolognese

oliver: i can't eat all of this and it doesn't taste the same after it's been frozen.

oliver: gossip and italian food? it's been too long.

noelle: is there ever such a thing as too much bolognese, though?

noelle: of course!! want me to swing by a bakery?

noelle: i've missed you.

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ncvxks:

spencer nodded, finally feeding himself a spoonful of cereal as he listened. “alright, well, it happens? i mean, not to me, but i’m sure you’re not the first person to marry a stranger in vegas.” he looked over at her, reaching a long arm out and placing his hand over both of hers. “hey, you’re one of the most unforgettable people i’ve ever met, and i know a lot of people. then again, i don’t remember most of them,” he joked to try and lift the mood, though his sentiment was serious. “i mean, you gotta get it annulled somehow, right? unless you wanna be married to the guy for the rest of your life, because i’d still support it as long as the guy’s not a complete loser. because you deserve the best, of course.”

“whoever marries you is gonna be the luckiest person alive.  and i’d campaign to be your best man if your sister wouldn’t fight me for it.” noelle felt her shoulders loosen up, some of the tension gone as she stared into spencer’s eyes.  “that...uh, that depends on your feelings toward liam yorke.  yes, the liam yorke.  oliver’s already given me an earful.  i guess he was just a lot more attractive through drunk goggles. the fowlers really know how to choose their sexual partners, don’t they?”

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yxrkcs:

“better than having everyone grab a flyer just to let it fall back to the ground again, right?” he handed the tablet over, taking the time to study her closer. “have we met?” he asked after a moment, his head tilting slightly to the side. “you look familiar, but i can’t for the life of me remember where i know you from.”

noelle froze, clearing her throat.  “um--we have.”  she debated telling him the whole truth, but she was pretty sure it’d make him think she was crazy, and now that she was back in los angeles, all she’d wanted was a fresh start.  “it was--at a hotel bar in vegas.  i’d had a rough night, and you helped me back to my room.  that’s it.” she peered at the flyer, chewing on her lower lip.  “it was a while ago, though.”

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ncvxks:

“how the heck did you hide your presence from me for a few weeks? i need to get my noelle-dar updated, because this is unacceptable.” his arms slipped around her again and held her close, his chin resting on top of her head. “she’s great, right? porkchop loves her already, and you know how picky he can be.” he could sing callie’s praises all day, but noelle might get suspicious. “but anyway, i really do need that beanie, especially now that you’ve messed up my hair. i mean, i know your temporary replacement could never do your dos justice, but you’ve completely wrecked it now,” he teased, finally letting her go and taking a step back.

“magic.”  noelle smirked, giving spencer a tight squeeze.  the way he spoke about callie made noelle perk up a little more, like there was definitely something she was missing out on, having not kept in contact with spencer recently.  “hey, but at least i mean well! i could’ve given you a noogie.”  she gave spencer a pointed glance.  “where did you see it last?  and are you sure it’s not in your back pocket?”

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ncvxks:

spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth, spencer looked over at noelle, jaw slack. “you’re what?” he lowered the spoon back to the bowl, afraid of spilling what was on his spoon. “married? like married, married? or like – traded licorice rings in the sandbox and they just came back in your life, married?”

“god, if only it actually was the sandbox definition of marriage.”  noelle ran one hand over her face and leaned back against the couch.  “it happened last year, like, right before i moved here...i guess i was naive as hell to think it would all just disappear.”  she peered toward spencer somewhat nervously, twiddling her fingers.  “if it helps, i think he’s forgotten me, but i can’t exactly go around waving an annulment document in his face.”

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conncrsantcs:

“ RELATABLE,” connor smiled widely at noelle’s response, knowing that if he didn’t gain agreement he would be doing the same thing. “yeah, i’ve been hoarding them for a bit now. i haven’t had much time to relax recently, so they’re definitely calling my name tonight. also, you’re in luck. i consider myself a thai food expert. well, sort of. i can definitely recommend you something that’s not too spicy. alright, just so we’re clear, that’s a yes right?”

“of course it’s a yes.  for the record, it’s very hard to say no to one of my favorite people.”  noelle had missed connor during her time away, so being back in his company was pretty damn great.  she wondered what he’d been up to in the eight or so months they’d been separated, and even though she knew she shouldn’t feel guilty for staying busy and losing touch, she kind of did.  but that was in the past.  “i hear ya.  i just moved back into my old place, and there are still boxes to be unpacked.  this is a welcome distraction.”

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conncrsantcs:

“ HEY, what are you doing later?” connor asked, peeking his head around the corner of the doorway as the words left his mouth. his day had been longer than anticipated, and with the next two days off, he desperately wanted some relaxation time. preferably with company. “i’m planning on having an x-files marathon of my own. i’ve got, like, three bottles of wine and i’m totally down for ordering some thai food. so, what do you say?”

“i...well, it sounds sad as shit, but i was going to lock myself in my bedroom and watch whatever’s trending on netflix these days.”  noelle admitted, a small smile forming on her lips.  “three bottles of wine? shit, that sounds like an absolute gift. i’ve never had thai food, believe it or not--but i’m game to try it as long as you don’t suggest something that’ll burn my face off.”

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text: noelle & oliver

oliver: what? i'm serious. you wanted honesty didnt you?

oliver: ok ok ok ok i'll try not to. we all dream of mcdreamy

oliver: or mcsteamy he was hotter

oliver: not rly. i mean... it does but you didn't outright lie. ha. loophole

oliver: he would if you approached him. or i threaten to break his legs and Then you corner him. it's all about tactics, babe.

noelle: well--okay, dammit. fine.

noelle: PREACH. i fuckin' love eric dane.

noelle: ur a genius

noelle: i'm a big girl, you know. i could take him myself.

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text: noelle & oliver

oliver: you may but i wouldn't

oliver: ok i'll be ur cristina and we will dance it out until it's all out. done.

oliver: heyyyy hey no no don't feel like a shit person. it doesn't count you weren't in an active marriage. just coincidentally married.

oliver: i can't judge him for that because that was me a few months or whatever ago. buuttt he's defo back around cause i've seen him. duh. so speak to him

noelle: oliver...

noelle: k but don't kill my husband. (kidding bc noah isn't mcdreamy in the slightest)

noelle: but i knew about it and didn't tell him. that makes me dishonest, doesn't it?

noelle: pfft. like he'd give me the time of day.

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text: noelle & oliver

oliver: i'm not that kinda person

oliver: i love that song

oliver: because you're married.legally married. MARRIED.

oliver: that's one huge ass deal

noelle: i'd still love you either way, you know.

noelle: ok can we dance it out then? you gotta be my cristina.

noelle: you know i never told gavin this either and now that he's not here i'm kinda.....feeling like a shit person.

noelle: i don't WANT to be, though. he disappeared off the face of the earth and fuckin.....pulled a houdini. he could be in oceania rn.

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text: noelle & oliver

oliver: shut. up. maybe i do, maybe i don't. it's objective.

oliver: SHUT AND UP. SHUSH. HUSH UR MOUTH.

oliver: there is no tension there, it's the script. i'm nothing like travis.

oliver: IDC IF YOU WERE DRUNK. LIAM. MOTHEREFFING LIAM. how??? where???? noelle!!!

noelle: uh huh. suuuure.

noelle: SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME

noelle: o....k then.

noelle: but wait why is this a big deal?? i'm confused

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text: noelle & oliver

oliver: exactly and ur cute as hell sooooOOOOO

oliver: you were under the influence?

oliver: of what??? meth?!!??!! i feel like that's the only way you could marry him

noelle: oh my goodness u do think hes cute don't u

noelle: i knew it i knEW i wasn't imagining the tension between travis and ian

noelle: EXCUSE U. i was drunk. it happened.