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adrian decker: professor, 51, ewan mcgregor -> intro | tag
antoine fortier: surf instructor, 30, drew ray tanner --> intro | tag
aria gomez: dancer at brinie bar, 31, lindsey morgan -> intro | tag
elijah loomis: podcaster/tour guide, 30, kiowa gordon --> intro | tag
shane hinds: former lawyer, 32, nick sagar -> intro | tag
silas ward: interim mayor, 39, charles michael davis --> intro | tag
katedeck:
it was hard for katie to leave the nest . the thought of their father , alone in this empty house , has made their heart fucking ache since day one . it’s a genuine relief that they ended up so close to home , and they take advantage by visiting often . these days , that generally means coming over every sunday night to dish about life & watch trashy tv shows . ‘ it’s been a pretty good day , ’ katie confirms from where they stand in front of the fridge , raiding it for snacks . ‘ i didn’t work today , so i just hung out . took rudy on a run , went to the skate park for a bit ….. you know , very important stuff . what about you , how has your weekend been ? ’ they make their selection , grabbing a bag of snap peas before clambering over the back of the couch to take their seat beside adrian . ‘ oooh . i’m feeling kind of real housewives - y today . what do you think , potomac or orange county ? ’
Adrian wished that his life was half as interesting as Katie’s. “Graded some papers, reread the assigned texts for this week’s classes. You know, the usual.” It was sad that this was his usual. When he’d been younger and pictured what his life would be like at this age, it had always gone differently. He’d expected to be happily married, nearing the age where he could retire if he hadn’t already made that transition, maybe writing a book or two. Never had Adrian imagined that he’d spend his weekends in the very same way he spent his week days -- immersed in work. “Byron and I did step out for a run this morning. The sun was out and the weather was decent, so that was nice.” Maybe he needed to pick up a hobby or something. He drummed his fingers against his thigh, giving the question the modicum of thought it deserved. “Orange County, I think.”
xallmywolvesx:
Douglas leaned back against the couch considering his brother’s observation. “That’s surprising given that they have had unfettered access to the internet and a wealth of knowledge. Granted maybe that access has allowed them to narrow their focus to things that interest them. It could be that they need someone to inspire them to broaden their horizons.” Taking a drink from his glass he shifts in his seat. “You’re hardly old, but I can understand feeling disconnected from younger generations, they can be exhausting. You look like you could use a break though, you look exhausted.” His gaze drops to his leg and he sighs faintly, “Healing, doc says it will take time because of my knee. I’m going to have to train before going back on any mountains. As far as storms, we’re nearing the end of storm season, aside from winter storms. So mostly I’ll be tracking weather patterns and processing data until March. So you’ve got a few more months before you can start worrying again”
His brother was on to something, Adrian knew. Despite the immediate access to knowledge the internet provided, it seemed as if the majority of his students existed in echo chambers of their own creation. “I suppose that’s the beauty of the college years -- it broadens horizons and forces one out of one’s comfort zone.” At least, that was the aim of his classes. He couldn’t really speak for the motivation of all of the other professors on staff. So many others seemed to be coasting by, just as their students were. “I’ve been asked to step in as interim department chair beginning next semester. I haven’t accepted yet, but I doubt it’ll help with the exhaustion. Somethings I think I’m due a sabbatical. Maybe some time away from all of this to pursue my own research will help.” Adrian couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a break from his career. His gaze passed over his younger brother, nodding at the man’s assessment. “Can’t remember the last time you were confined to desk work. That’ll do my heart some good, though I suspect it’ll drive you mad,” he replied with a laugh.
candydripping:
“Are you implying that I’m usually a grumpy asshole, babe?” Andrej responded with a small smirk on his lips. Until he was in a good mood, Andrej didn’t actually realise how rare it was for him to be this way. Which was probably a bit sad, but while he was actually happy he was going to enjoy it and spread it over to Shane too. Maybe if Shane remembered that he wasn’t always an asshole then he might actually start to like him again. Andrej could already sense those feelings creeping back in again and he desperately didn’t want to be attached to Shane again but it was beginning to feel like it was too late to go back.
“Funny because people have called me a parasite too. Guess I have a lot in common with this stuff then. It’s a plastic one anyway, I stole it from work. Not sure why anyone would want to fight to get under mistletoe in a coffee shop but here we are.” He leaned in and gave Shane a playful kiss on his cheek before squeezing his shoulder and returning the smile. “I’ve recently come to the realisation that maybe romance isn’t dead after all and I’m just a cynic. I think I’ve been watching too many shit Christmas movies.”
Shane made a noncommittal sound, shoulders lifting slightly in a shrug. "You've got a very unique kind of charm," he answered. The answer was diplomatic, more a non-answer than anything else, but in a way, it was the truth. For as long as Shane had known Andrej, he’d always been charming. He could be a bit abrasive at times, there was no denying that, and sometimes Shane thought that he was more porcupine than person, but there were moments -- glimmers really -- of charm underneath it all. It was what had attracted Shane to him all those years ago, what kept him entwined now despite everything else that had happened between them.
“Not sure who’d say that to you, but I agree with them,” Shane joked. Teasing was easy, definitely easier than having a serious discussion, and seeing as it was the holidays, Shane figured he was entitled to a bit of lightness. Shane felt himself blush slightly as Andrej’s lips bushed against his cheek, though he was sure that could be attributed to how warm his space was. “No shit,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes at that. “Of course romance isn’t dead. Some of us still subscribe to the practice you know. Especially at this time of year.”
SHANE HINDS.
Who: @philcscphies Where: Shane’s apartment When: One of the days in that weird period between Christmas and New Year
“Merry Christmas, dickface.”
It was becoming some sort of a regular occurrence, showing up at Shane’s door entirely unwanted. Ever since Shane had come over to his a few weeks ago, Andrej found himself getting attached to the other again which was absolutely NOT a good idea. But Christmas was the time for love and forgiveness and all that vomit-worthy bullshit that Andrej usually dismissed until it worked to his advantage, so here he was. Plus Christmas had always reminded him of Shane, even after all these years, so it made sense coming here to put himself in a cheery mood.
“Still think Christmas is a load of bullshit and just another excuse to force families in the same room to pretend that they like each other but I figured I would get into the Christmas spirit for once and bring over some mistletoe, which just so happens to be the best part of Christmas. Maybe if you’re lucky, it might accidentally end up over your head.”
Shane shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened the door to find Andrej standing on the other side. He was pretty sure that showing up at Andrej’s miserable and craving company had thrown them into a weird sort of limbo state where they weren’t quite friends but no longer enemies. So, really, he only had himself to blame. Not that he completely hated having the other man around, he admitted to himself mostly unwillingly.
“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine today? Did your heart grow two sizes while you were sleeping,” Shane teased, stepping aside so that Andrej could enter. “I’m guessing you’re planning to stay for a bit,” he continued, tutting at the mention of mistletoe. “I know you’re usually the grumpy one but are you aware that mistletoe’s actually a parasite? So, not really a big romantic gesture, but...” Shane shrugged, a slow smile creeping across his features, “I appreciate the gesture. Nice to know there’s still room for romance in your cold dead heart.”
TEXT 📲 andrej to all contacts
Andrej: definitely a con artist but as the cool uncle, i will absolutely support him in every choice he makes no matter what
Andrej: the plan is to go to work, get pissed off at stupid people, go home, smoke weed and sleep :)
Andrej: maybe if i were 16 again then i could start all over
Elijah: i'll make sure i frame that message so he never forgets who supported him
Elijah: living the dream there bud
Elijah: honestly sounds like shit being 16 again. not like i'd be smart enough to make better choices
TEXT 📲 andrej to all contacts
Andrej: would say it's a special birthday attitude but that would be a lie
Andrej: not that it's something that should bother you of all people
Andrej: could make myself even moodier if this isn't doing it for you tho
Silas: somehow, i can't remember saying i was bothered by it
Silas: you've really got yourself a winning personality there
Silas: it's no wonder you're so popular
xallmywolvesx:
Carleigha grins over to Aria as she sets the plates on the able for them to dish out themselves. She loved having Aria and Alba here. Living alone was great, quiet but sometimes too quiet. It was comfortable here with the pair of them in her life, bringing a bit of life to her home that was needed. “That’s indeed, especially with that top floor, she’s got 360 degree views of the neighborhood, all that information makes great blackmail material. Makes a retirement all that more cushy.”
Dishing up a couple flautas on a plate she drizzled the queso dip over them as she settles at the table. “It is much more fun for me to spoil you with treats.” Taking a bite she smiled before shifting her attention back to her roommate. “Speaking of, how was work?”
“Kinda makes you wonder what she sees up there,” Aria mused. She wasn’t nosey per se but she was human, and she couldn’t help if she was curious about what their batty old neighbor saw from her window in the sky. “And what she demands to keep it quiet.” Aria smiled, brushing off Carly’s comment about spoiling them. It hadn’t taken some getting used to, but it was nice to have someone she could depend on. She’d gotten so used to always having to do everything for herself, to being the only person she could trust with her daughter, that allowing Carly to do something as simple as cook for them had felt like a big task, but she had to admit that this was nice. “Honestly, work is work. Every night’s the same but not, at the same time. You kind of get used to it all. How’s the library? You hosting any more murder mystery groups soon?”
“no strippers? then i’m glad i didn’t come,” he partially joked, laughing a bit. he couldn’t help but wonder now, if shane had even put the pieces together yet, that his reasoning for not showing up for the engagement party were just bluff. he was able to leave work for shane in a heartbeat, or so it felt, yet he couldn’t make the party because his boss ‘really needed him’ for that particular weekend? when he had known well in advance when it was and he had even told his friend he had requested time off to head to moorbrooke for it. he hadn’t even been scheduled, despite the entirety of shane’s marriage being for business more than anything else, zeki simply couldn’t bring himself to celebrate it even for shane. “it sounds like it was one hell of a party,” he says, giving a little nod,” sounds like you managed to get the entire town to show up. it’s impressive that this place was able to fit so many people in it.” zeki remains quiet as shane speaks again, answering his question, he listens and watches his friendly intently. an eyebrow quirked when shane described” his feelings as ‘offended’ when he spoke about how things ended with tristan, that wasn’t what zeki had thought the other was going to say, he wasn’t sure what he thought shane would say, it certainly was anything but offended. he had felt offended for him, but that’s because he was his ride or die, shane was his best friend, his better half, he’d be offended at anyone who didn’t like him. although when he heard why things had suddenly ended a part of him partially understood, but he was incredibly furious with tristan over it. “no, i don’t think that makes you an asshole,” zeki replies, sliding the second shot to shane, and then quickly downed the other shot. “i think he’s the asshole for knowing what he signed up for and then acting as if he’s brand new. not to mention, if he knew in the end he wasn’t going to carry out the arrangement, why the hell would he let you guys throw such a huge engagement party? just doesn’t sit right with me.” he shrugged, shaking his head. “as for decorating, perhaps we can go shopping for some stuff some day soon? for tonight, if you’re up for it, i’m liking the idea of us just going back to your place and curling up to a good ol’ fashion christmas movie with..whatever liquor finds it’s way to our cups. we could even leave now, unless you’d rather stay longer.”
“Well, you were missed,” Shane replied simply because it was the simplest truth. Even with all of the people who’d shown up -- the majority of them strangers, if he was being honest -- Shane had felt his best friend’s absence the most. “It was fun for a bit, but mostly awkward. I didn’t even know most of the people,” he said with a laugh. “We weren’t really here long enough to make friends, but the owner of this place was happy enough to host the event as a promo thing. So, really, it worked out.” Still, he would’ve preferred a quieter and smaller event. Something much more intimate. Though that seemed like a lot to ask of a fake engagement. Maybe if Shane ever had the opportunity to marry for love, he’d do that -- a small intimate dinner that celebrated the relationship instead of feeling as if it was a show for the world. Not that that seemed to be in the future for him.
With a small smile, Shane accepted the second shot, downing it before returning his attention to Zeki. "I think you're supposed to take my side," he answered, resting one hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'd be concerned if you didn't." He slid the glass away from him and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I can afford one quiet night in before I turn my house into chaos headquarters."
tristanxbarlowe:
Tristan already had a long list of reasons why someone using this service might be shady, but he knew better than to mention it since Tony seemed invested in the idea. “You know I would ask you to be my fake boyfriend to bring you to my family over the holidays, but I’m planning on spending Christmas at home with my cat, box of chocolate, and some lousy Christmas movie.” He admitted. Sure, he could go to the Barlowe’s for Christmas. They had already sent him an invitation to their famous Christmas dinner, but he hadn’t spent any holiday with them since he was eighteen, he would much rather spend it by himself. “I mean, I could bring you to see my cat, but I doubt you’ll like it since he usually doesn’t like the guys I bring home.”
Honestly, spending a quiet holiday at home sounded nice -- like something Tony would’ve wanted to do -- but ever since moving to Moorbrooke, he’d realized just how much he’d missed his family. The Fortiers were a chaotic bunch, but as the only child, he’d been well loved. Being away from them felt wrong. “Sounds nice,” he commented. “Honestly, it’s more a joke than an actual idea. I’ll probably end up going home for the holidays. It beats having to hear about how sad ma is ‘cause she misses me.” Plus, even at 30, he was sure that his family would go out of their way to make sure he was spoiled during his visit. “I don’t know, pal,” Tony speculated, a thoughtful look on his face, “I think that says more about the guys you bring home than the cat. Pretty sure I could win him over.”
xallmywolvesx:
Dougie turned from his spot on the beach. It was nice enough out, Warm despite the season. He couldn’t help but make use of the weather and spend some time with his surfing buddy. Letting himself mull over the man’s words he smirks, “You know that’s a really good plan. You’re not just taking some of that season stress away but also giving them someone that’s in their corner. You can offer extra services like an escape plan, an varied amount of excuses to for you both to leave so they don’t consider hiding away in a closet to avoid people. If you need employees, I can offer my services.”
Tony had been prepared to plead his case, to give the reasons he’d considered that made his proposition seem like a good idea. What he hadn’t been prepared for was anyone agreeing with him. “See, you get it,” he replied, smile spreading across his features. “I mean, it’s like one of those things you hear in the movies, but it’s actually a decent idea, and I’m sure there’s a market for it.” He tapped his finger against his chin and considered Dougie. “You know, if you’re serious... I think with your height and your smile, you’d be the perfect employee.”
philcscphies:
“All my exes would say yes,” Tony replied, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders, “definitely boyfriend material.” He was teasing of course, but Tony was sure there was some element of truth to the statement. Tony tended to give everything when he was in a relationship. If that wasn’t boyfriend material, he wasn’t sure what was. “Can’t say I’d blame you. But yeah, there are probably better ways to meet hot parents.”
Casey shook his head from side to side with a smirk on his face as the other told him that his exes would call him ‘boyfriend material’ and brushed imaginary dust from off his shoulder blade. “Well, then. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Casey didn’t know if his exes would be saying the same about him. He didn’t have the best reputation if he was being brutally honest. “Preferably alone - one to one - if the parents hot. You never know what will happening until you start testing the boundaries.”
“Yeah,” agreed. It definitely had to count for something. Though, if it counted for more, maybe his exes wouldn’t be exes. “You know,” he began, tone speculative, “I’m sure there’s a market for this. In a wholesome kind of way, of course. Not a Pretty Woman kind of way. Though there’s nothing wrong with that idea. Maybe next year, we iron out the kinks and diversify our portfolio so we can offer your services out to the parents.”
“He stole my keys—you stole my keys,” Emira crouched down to Noah’s height with a grin. “How about a trade?” She held out a lollipop for the taking. “How else am I going to lock up tonight?” Maybe it was a good thing Noah tried to ‘spare’ her from the work. “Hey, no harm done; unless he has a sugar rush over one piece of candy.”
“Guess it’s time to stop talking about quitting my job and living the good life,” Eli teased. Not that he could afford to live the good life. He could barely afford to live as it was. He watched as Noah reached out his tiny hand to take the offered lollipop. All the while Eli tutted. “I thought I spoiled him, but you’re so much worse.”
“Guess it’s time to stop talking about quitting my job and living the good life,” Eli teased. Not that he could afford to live the good life. He could barely afford to live as it was. He watched as Noah reached out his tiny hand to take the offered lollipop. All the while Eli tutted. “I thought I spoiled him, but you’re so much worse.”
lindsey morgan in a photoshoot for 71 magazine ( may-june 2020 )
TEXT 📲 andrej to all contacts
Andrej: word of warning: nobody is allowed to acknowledge my birthday unless you want me to personally give you a birthday beating ok cool got it :)
Silas: are you always this grumpy or is this a special birthday attitude?
TEXT 📲 andrej to all contacts
Andrej: ......... wait i suppose i could accept a card from noah
Andrej: especially if he drew me again
Andrej: kid is going places....... maybe not quite an art school..... but places
Elijah: i know parents are supposed to think their kids the best in the world and mine totally is but hes not really an artist
Elijah: hes more a con artist than an artist RIP me
Elijah: so.... whats the plan for the birthday? just gonna mope around? you know 30 isnt so bad. could be worse. you could be 16 again
“No.” Shane coughed out a laugh. “No strippers. At least, they weren’t working. They just attended. Along with the rest of the town. It kind of felt like they hadn’t had a party in a while and they needed something to celebrate. Even people we didn’t know showed up.” It had definitely been something, to say the least. Shane accepted the shot and nodded a thank you as he listened to Zeki speak. “Nothing specifically,” he answered before shooting the shot back and setting the glass down. “Since you’re doing me a favor, you can choose. I don’t really any kind of decor, though. Just need Tristan’s stuff away, you know?” Shane shrugged, one shoulder lifting slightly as he huffed out a sigh. “I’m okay.” He’d been asked the question so many times recently that he wasn’t sure how to answer anymore. “Really, I am. Just...” He paused, and said the word that he’d said to Andrej. “Offended. Not hurt. Not heartbroken. Just offended.” He hadn’t been in love. He’d liked his fiance; he could see himself being happy in a marriage with him for however long it lasted, but Shane hadn’t been head over heels in love with Tristan and he hadn’t dreamed of a forever with him, which was why he hadn’t said the words back when they’d been offered. Still, to find their arrangement over had stung a bit. “You know why we were getting married,” he continued, voice lowered, “so it’s not like I’m pining and wanting to burn all his stuff in revenge. I’m just offended that he’d say he loved me and then break things off just because he couldn’t follow our rules. Does that make me the world’s biggest asshole?”
