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sms| dallas & open

DALLAS: i need a break from plants

DALLAS: i can only do so many terriaums before i go stir crazy.

Dallas: tell me a joke, sing me a song, steal me away.. anything.

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insidiicus‌:

as  the  silence  between  the  two  of  them  extended  further  following  alistair’s  initial  proposal  ,  his  grin  widened  .  surely  he  was  convincing  her  to  join  him  otherwise  she  would  have  supplied  him  with  a  solid  NO  already  .  his  bubbling  excitement  was  put  to  a  halt  with  an  oncoming  sense  of  hesitation  at  rosemarie’s  next  words  .  blue  eyes  squinted  in  thought  ,  opening  his  mouth  to  speak  before  shutting  it  .  he  CONSIDERED  what  she  could  possibly  leverage  with  him  but  decided  to  bite  the  bullet  .  ❝  okay  ,  love  ,  i’ll  bite.  what  is  it  ??  ❞  alistair  replies  easily  ,  dropping  his  hand  and  leaning  forward  toward  rosemarie  with  a  charming  smile  .  a  concert  ??  hm  ,  nothing  too  bad  .  he’s  been  to  his  fair  share  of  operas  and  the  likes  as  a  guest  so  it  wouldn’t  be  TOO  bad  .  he  grins  and  a  laugh  bubbles  out  past  his  lips  .  ❝  what  kind  of  concert  is  it  ??  but  either  way  ,  cheers  !!  that’s  the  spirit  !!  ❞

his smile was infectious, she hated how easily charmed she still could be. even when she was trying to have the upper hand, there he was grinning like he’d won the ultimate prize. she was tempted to shake her head and change her mind just because. but of course, that wouldn’t be productive. she wanted to go out, she wanted to have a great night with a friend. the laugh was something she had always been proud to have bubble up.“ i have to choose between two symphonies to join and i can’t pick. i don’t want to go alone and look like a loser in front of my potential work friends,” she said it so casually, but really the choice was eating her up and she had to make a decision before she could announce to her parents any part of the career she was building for herself. “so i bring the most charming of my friends and i’m golden obviously. where are we going tonight anyway?” 

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closed | aspen & dallas

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sunflcwers‌:

“ OKAY , SO THE THING IS – i really love plants but what if i accidentally kill them ? like , i don’t mind that they’re the ugly duckling plants , but i think that’ll make me love them more and then what if i can’t keep them alive ? i killed a cactus once , dallas. how am i supposed to keep THREE succulents alive ? i mean - okay , i want them so i’m probably gonna take them but i’m STRESSED. ”

“listen, that’s what i’m here for my dude,” dallas couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of being able to kill a cactus-- that honestly took some level of skill that he was sure meant something about aspen’s character. “i give you these sweet lovely boys and give you instructions. hell i’ll even let you text me at 3 am crying because you think the plants aren’t doing well.” the lingering smile was only half of what he needed to seal any deal. “no stress, just water them weekly and tell them you love them. they’ll be golden.” 

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SMS / KIT & ROSEMARIE.

KIT: no, it would probably be accurate.

ROSEMARIE: well there we have it folks, kit is ruining the precious rosemarie one step at a time lmao

ROSEMARIE: at least that's what i assume people think

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SMS / KIT & ROSEMARIE.

KIT: you got it, babe. dunno when you got so ballsy but i like it

ROSEMARIE: would it be wrong to blame you?

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closed | aspen & dallas

“hey, i have spent all day surrounded by succulents-- people never get tired of those little fuckers,” dallas complained “and i didn’t even get half of them into a new home. if you want a non pretty looking one i have three on me that i’ve gotta just get rid of. i doubt noah could take me bring any more plants home.”

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SMS / KIT & ROSEMARIE.

KIT: oh okay now that .... that sounds fun i'm in wow you have such good ideas

KIT: this is why we're friends

ROSEMARIE: i aim to please

ROSEMARIE: seriously though, come over and drink with me

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Roy, for as much as he had wanted to get away from the pressures of fame, wasn’t completely out of the spotlight. As soon as people had figured out where exactly he had run off to he had begun getting accosted by club owners all over Phoenix just hoping that the musician would check it out, or better yet, give them an endorsement, and while he wasn’t often keen on doing so he couldn’t help but have his interest piqued by a solid black envelope that had showed up in his mailbox. A date, an address, a password and the words ‘black tie event’ the only hints as to what was in store for him. 

Who in their right mind could possibly say no to that? 

So he had hassled Rosemarie until she had agreed to be his plus one, leaving him in an uncomfortable tuxedo as he waited for her to open her door. “Rose, c’mon,” he called, his knuckled tapping against the wood for a third time, “At least let me in while I wait for you. People are starin’ at me out here.” 

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nights like tonight were exactly what she’d been raised on. long hours of pampering- nails perfectly done (only to be cut to nubs the next morning),  making sure things fell perfectly into place. not a single curl dared stray from it’s designated spot. rosemarie hated and loved the hassle that all of this took. it’s why she had said no at first. well that and her mother’s opinion, the last thing she needed was to hear about who was at the event, who saw her and who made something scandalous up about the situation. on the other hand, she hadn’t had the chance to really go to a black tie event on her own before. maybe her parents could handle being scandalized by her for once.

telling roy no had been easy to do the first time, but any time after that was nearly impossible until she caved. 

the knock at the door jolted her back to her senses and she pulled on a robe to answer the door. “ah, no one’s even out here,” she laughed. “should make you wait until i’m fully ready.” rosemarie moved aside to let him in. “just make yourself at home. i’m almost ready to go.” She waltzed back to her room and realized she hadn’t fully decided on a dress. “roy,” she shouted back out at him, “any chance you wanna help me decide?” 

the two dresses lay on her bed, the blue one had lace for sleeves and a slit up the leg while the red sari held more appeal to her due to the cultural roots with intricate gold designs. “i’m at a loss,” she gestured with her arms.

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TXT — JULIAN && ROSEMARIE

julian: i shouldn't have gotten an animal at all.

julian: 9 months.

rosemarie: awww that's so young.

rosemarie: does it need to be walked more often? that might be it-- puppies have a like an infinite amount of energy.

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closed starter for @scftdreamers​ ∤ ROSEMARIE & ALISTAIR

❝  i  dunno  —  maybe  it’s  just  ME  but  i  don’t  see  what  the  big  deal  is  ,  love  .  ❞  alistair  adds  with  a  sigh  ,  dropping  his  head  against  the  flat  of  his  palm  as  blue  eyes  watch  rosemarie’s  movements  .  his  skin’s  CRAWLING  for  a  drink  right  about  now  .  perhaps  a  BAD  sign  for  the  future  of  his  liver  ,  but  his  day  was  a  dud  and  he  needs  to  be  loosened  up  with  some  whiskey  .  ❝  whaddya  say  ??  grab  a  drink  with  me  ??  and  i  know  what  you’re  thinkin’  —  rather  presumptuous  and  quite  saddening  ,  y’know  .  but  ANYHOW  ,  i  promise  ,  scouts  honor  ,  not  to  dip  at  the  opportunity  to  get  me  dick  wet  .  ❞  alistair  reasons  and  his  lips  twist  up  into  a  charming  smile  .  hopefully  this  works  ‘cause  he  ain’t  TOO  keen  on  asking  aspen  to  go  bar  hopping  with  him  and  letting  his  friend  see  him  get  too  knackered  .  ❝  you  need  to  LIVE  a  little  ,  y’know  .  and  obviously  i’m  gonna  say  you  should  go  since  i’m  bias  ,  but  you  should  come  .  ❞

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she was defeated the moment he asked. she hated saying no, and when he looked at her like that? well, that sealed the deal. between parental pressure, the pressure of possibly joining a symphony and school work bogging her down a drink sounded more and more appealing. "i’ll go with one condition,” a innocent looking smile was already on her face. “you have to go to some concert with me this week.” it’d be a win-win for her. “i’ll live when i’m done with my last semester of school,” she laughed, “we’re so close to the finish line.” 

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sunflcwers‌:

SHE HAD TO STOP HERSELF FROM the sarcastic comment that wants to roll off of her tongue. she was still clocked in , and she realized it must have been a MISTAKE. plus , she was the one who didn’t lock the damn door. “ it’s eight. well , five passed. and we closed at eight. ” she explains , and then she nods. “ yeah , of course. how about some tea ? i just turned the water pot off so it should still be warm enough for tea. ” she doesn’t mind staying open for a bit longer , so long as she can get the door locked and not deal with anyone else. “ i think there’s a few sandwich boxes left in the cold case – if you want one. ”

she couldn’t help the sigh of relief. “i don’t want to take up more of your time,” as she spoke her stomach audibly grumbled, embarrassment washed over her instantly. “but it would be appreciative. i promise i’ll tip well.” a small grateful smile came to her lips. “i could even get it to go if that helped you out too.”

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noahxharris‌:

“yeah, that’s because i spit in it. so, enjoy that.” he snorts, shaking his head. for as long as he and dallas had been roommates, he’d been secretly glad for the company of the other. he seemed to brighten the place a little, both literally and figuratively. “oh don’t worry, i’m sure the internet would have a field day with that one.” he spreads his hands as he shares the mock headline: “pediatric oncology nurse knocks out a kid with cancer, cheers in triumph!”

“if your spit taste that good, you should open a store and sell it. no one has to know what the ‘secret ingredient’ is and we’d be rich,” these were the moments that made dallas feel most himself. he hadn’t been sure what to expect living with noah and to be honest it had helped him center himself. “huffington post will report: child with cancer gave black eye to nurse after nurse threatened to knock him out if he kicked again. noah this is all foolproof. you’ll be viral.”

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sammybianchi‌:

“well, you know i’m far too competitive to turn down a bet. did i at least win? don’t worry, i’ll kill him with a little extra kindness, just for you.” she groaned, resting her head on the other’s shoulder. “last night was fun, though.”

“i’d never let you lose,” rosemarie laughed. “he was done after the third shot and was goading you on. to be fair, he paid for all the shots we too. so, i’m not going to complain too much,” she gently pet her friends hair. “it really was and well needed after the week i had.”

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TXT — JULIAN && OPEN

julian: someone please remind me why i decided to get a fucking demon dog??

julian: i just spent all day work from home and i left JUST to get some food and this little MONSTER chewed up all of my reports.

julian: i'm giving my dog away, do you want it?

dallas: i would shower that dog in the most affection but i gotta run it by the roommate fist.

dallas: better yet, just give him to me. i can beg forgiveness later right?

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TXT — JULIAN && OPEN

julian: someone please remind me why i decided to get a fucking demon dog??

julian: i just spent all day work from home and i left JUST to get some food and this little MONSTER chewed up all of my reports.

julian: i'm giving my dog away, do you want it?

rosemarie: see this is why i love my little maurice.

rosemarie: he just sits on my face when he wants attention. barely even meows.

rosemarie:how old is the dog?

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SMS / KIT & ROSEMARIE.

KIT: oh, absolutely not

KIT: i’ll just keep being an asshole

ROSEMARIE: ok, ok. new plan

ROSEMARIE: we make a manners night.

ROSEMARIE: by that i mean we get drunk while i tell you how to be a better person and you tell me to fuck off.

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inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. this wasn’t going to crack that perfect exterior. she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t hate the weekly calls from her parents. they had officially become the bane of her existence. it was almost  like clockwork; the time remained the same, the day however didn’t. maybe (definitely) done on purpose to keep the girl on her toes. it was a routine that had gotten old the moment she flew the coop. it was minutes filled with ‘yes mama,’ ‘i’m sorry, mama,’ ‘i’ll do better mama,’. it was pregnant pauses that would lead to the inevitable question of ‘is daddy home?’. it was her praying for a lucky day— an answer of a ‘no, darling, ‘ followed by a soft ‘he’s out right now.’. the prayer hadn’t helped this time however; it would seem her luck had run out. which meant the routine added question after exhausting question flying her way. added tears on the threshold of falling, answers turning into small whispers, nodding into the phone even though he couldn’t see. a pass back to her mother, who would gently remind the girl that this week she was expected to have brunch with some “old family friends”– which was code for business partners her dad was setting her up to deal with– and to be on her best behavior. and lastly, it was the click that let rosemarie blow out a breath she never realizes she’d been holding.

rosemarie took a moment to calm her nerves. perfect was never perfect enough. it was a reminder to stop using the credit card they’d been in charge of. she’d have to find another way of paying for groceries this week. but that wasn’t something to worry about right now. it would have to wait until she was alone. one last steeling breath and ro was back to her chipper self. no tears in sight, no shaky feelings. she was solid – she was normal. a gentle tug at the bathroom door as a way to mark that she wasn’t in any type of mood. everything was calculated now. “ sorry about that,” she shook her head slightly before flashing a smile, “my mom had a couple questions about what i was doing this weekend. where were we?”