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simone cassiopeia pickard

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NELLIE.

it wasn’t unusual for her to miss class from time to time, but it must have been a week since nellie last attended classes. it was a new year, and honestly it was a new her - i less motivated her. the girl managed to get herself out of her apartment only because she was craving a latte from her favorite coffee shop in soho. after getting her latte, she noticed a pop up music store next door. almost immediately intrigued, she quietly made her way into the store. the hood of her hoodie rested on top of her head, her honey brown hair spilling out onto her chest. she browsed the records in front of her, hoping to get something to play on her new record player. with her eyes focused on the sections in front of her, she walked sideways into someone. ‘ oh shi- i’m sorry ! ’, she exclaimed. after realizing who she had bumped into, her frightened expression changed to a soft one. ‘ hey, what’re you doing here ?! ‘, she said with a light smile. ‘ also, got any suggestions ? ’, nellie added, resting her hand on top of the records resting in front of her.

simone was around the area since she heard the only pop up music store who had a vinyl record of this album she wanted to have was there; once she finally got there through the help of siri, she sighed and pushed her way inside. she saw a familiar girl. for some reason she really loved hearing nellie’s voice, it reminded her of home. “well obviously here to buy some records,” she rolled her eyes sardonically at nellie, though she never meant harm; she could just be like that sometimes. “hmm, well what kind of vibe you’re going for, sis?” she asked as she moved towards the section where she thought where the album she wanted was at. she didn’t want to ask some help until she truly needed it.

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone

NAME: Princess Jasmine

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: 

received from Princess Jasmine [10:12]: hey simone, gray left his phone over your place, he’s asking me to ask you if you have it?

LAST TEXT SENT:

delivered to Princess Jasmine [13:90]: hey!! sorry late reply!! i do have his phone, if you’re still with him tell him to drop by, i’ll just be around my dorm.

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NAME: SASQUATCH

RINGTONE: Sci-fi classic ringtone of iphone

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: 

received from SASQUATCH [21:09]: hey how are you now and the val situation?

LAST TEXT SENT:

delivered to SASQUATCH [21:10]: heheheheheheheehe

delivered to SASQUATCH [21:10]: she’s my girlfriend now!! my GIRLFRIEND NOW!! ASDKAD

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NAME: Guh-guh

RINGTONE: here comes the sun by the beatles

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received from Guh-guh [18:23]: star, i’m on my way to the ER already

received from Guh-guh [18:23]: just please calm down okay, mei-mei.

LAST TEXT SENT:

delivered to Guh-guh [17:48]: jase please come home. emergency.

delivered to Guh-guh [17:50]: hahaha i really got a deep cut, i accidentally cut my finger. i might faint. i called leo.

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NAME ; daddy simone

RINGTONE ; glamorous - fergie 

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED ; go like me insta picture, please, thanks 💛

LAST TEXT SENT ; uhh… WHO TOLD YOU TO LOOK THAT DAMN HOT ??? im calling the police 

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ZACK.

“Okay well one day when I get kidnapped you better be there to fucking save me. I’m talking about that equal right shit I’m gonna need you if you’re such a badass.“ Since they were both in that feminist club or whatever Zack had picked up a couple of other things other than girls.  “Yeah the thing about that is I don’t.” He said keeping his eyes on the road knowing whatever reaction she was going to have was probably going to be bad. Since he never had a car and usually only drove for the hell of it he thought of no reason to even get a license. The good news however was that they were already pretty close to where they lived. “My bad for trying to be nice.” He said playfully shoving her at her comment. “Hey, it’s that man smell. Other girls love that shit. For your information I am awesome at dating, I’ve had a shit ton of girlfriends.” Zack corrected her not realizing that just because he’s had a bunch of relationships didn’t mean he was any good at them. “Depends are you going to fuck after? If so I wouldn’t take her to Chinese or anything like that. Made that mistake once, never again. Take her to a museum girls love that and when she’s looking at a painting make sure you look at her. It makes them feel special.”

“Uh huh, lotsa girlfriend who never stuck around and I can totally see why that is.” She rolled her eyes again. She stayed silent for a good moment, letting him speak and as she did, she wonder if she should scold him for driving a car without license. She supposed she should just be grateful Zack was driving them back to Watt Hall at an hour were traffic was non-existent. “You know now that you said that shit, I feel like when you’re staring at me, it’s just some way to get me to sleep with you.” She laughed and pinched Zack on his upper arm with a huge silly smile plastered on her face. “I almost feel bad for you, now you won’t have me to fuck anymore.” Honestly last semester she and Zack barely did it unlike when she was still in freshman year. “You know, we’ve been more good buds than fuck buds, lately, when was the last time I even slept with you? I even forgot how your dick looks like if I’m being honest here.” She did a measurement with her pointer finger and thumb, probably an inch gap in between, “It’s this big right?” She laughed and shook her head. “Anyway, I’ve never been to MOMA much, so maybe I’m gonna bring my girl there.”

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do you believe once a cheater always a cheater or do you think people can change? do you see yourself being in a relationship anytime soon?

“The thing is people cheat on you even the proclaim they love you to the moon and back, and no I’m not some kind of trophy wife who’d greet her partner up with open arms when they’ve probably been with their other whore. Yeah, people change, but if you did the cheating more than once, it’s going to keep on happening over and over again. And I’m actually in a fairly new relationship right now, and I can’t see myself being with anybody else but my girlfriend.”

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SERENA.

“you know what the worst part of going home for the holidays is?” serena mused to no one in particular, folding her arms across her chest, “seeing everyone you knew growing up. like, yes, jessica, i am still a ‘whore’ and, yes, i do know where you can get cheap recreational drugs in both new york and north carolina. sorry that you’ve been dating the same guy since you were fourteen, that you’re still living off the high of being the head cheerleader your junior year, and that your life is so incredibly boring that you need to side eye me as i explain how fucking amazing my life is.” she gave an overdramatic sigh before letting out a sardonic chuckle, “i really wonder what it’s like to peak in high school.” 

she didn’t expect their conversation to turn into that direction, so her brows raised when serena began to go off on that tangent. she had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill out of her mouth, “i am still a ‘whore’ really got to me,” she admitted, “shit, thank god i never came across my classmates from secondary school when i was back at home,” english twats were definitely a different kind of breed than american bitches, if simone had to compare them. “peaking at sec—high school can go different ways, you either stop peaking and dry out or you continue to flourish.” she hummed, “anyhow, scrutiny from some twat you hate in high school’s much more worst from scrutiny from your random relative, i suppose.”

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VAL.

it was all really silly looking back on it. but in val’s defense, she never really could tell whether or not pretty honestly truly liked her regarding friendship or more. that had gotten her into a lot of awful, and sometimes toxic, relationships before. but in this new light, it was nice to see things working out for the better in the end. “no one could possibly stand a chance against you, sweet girl, i’ve had my eyes and heart set on you for a long time,” she murmured, eyes full of adoration. how could she look at someone like simone and see anything less than perfection ?? how could she possibly look at anyone else the way she looked at simone ?? it didn’t seem possible in val’s eyes. the smallest groan of surprise left her as simone’s hand grabbed her butt. it was something that part of her was used to, but now that their relationship had shifted it felt a lot more intimate than before. “you’re free to do it at any time, i really can’t complain.”

her grin was as wide as could be as she looked up to simone as words just kept spilling out of her mouth. it was common for val to get happy whenever she listened to the other girl’s sweet voice ( it was the damn accent probably ) but this brought a whole new wave of joy over her. “i’m in love with you in a totally gay romantic way so i’d so so happy to be your girlfriend. but if you ever happen to change your mind, especially when you sober up…” her words sort of trailed off as simone already moved on to the next thing. val was a lot more mellowed out since the high had hit her, focusing on every little detail of their interaction and closeness, but simone seemed to be thinking a million things at once. taking the sudden movement as her hint to get up too, val stood and shook her head. she really couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s antics. with her hand being forced to touch simone’s breast and hardened nipple, she flushed a soft shade of pink. they had touched each other all over before but this was something new, something she had only dreamed about- literally. delicate fingers brushed against clothed skin as val visibly gulped. “yeah, you must be- be freezing,” she commented. “let’s get you that water so we can come back to my bed and get back to the cuddling and kissing and stuff, yeah ??” she questioned. though truthfully, there were no other options. she removed her hand from simone’s chest and instead interlocked their fingers as she pulled her gently to the kitchen area. not even bothering to let go as she opened the fridge, bending down slightly to look in and grab a water bottle and handing it off to simone. “here you go, baby.” the pet name was also something new. so many new and exciting things happening in such a short amount of time. val was still testing the waters to know what was okay and not okay.

AND STUFF—it’s honestly the only thing simone could think about for a good moment, it meant a lot of things but she was certain it’s along the lines of romantic and very intimate, it did come after cuddling and kissing, so everything just lined up in her head. val’s hand against her chest should have been the one that lead her to those thoughts, but instead it was her words, simone’s thought process was definitely slowing down now. the adrenaline from smoking weed the first time was leaving her body and it felt heavier as if what she should be doing that moment was lie down. so when she and val got in front of the fridge, all she wanted to do was lean against val. she didn’t want to topple her off though as she bent down to get a bottle of water for her, so she just started running her hand against val’s back in soothing circles.

when the bottle was offered to her, she had to let go of her. she didn’t want to, but she also needed something to do with her dry mouth. so she accepted it with a smile and butterflies. baby, the context behind that was different and simone badly wanted to go with “thank you, momma” so she did, she giggled and leaned down for a quick peck, before finally opening the bottle and drinking it all finish. simone knew she’d need more water once they get back inside val’s room, so she moved towards the sink and refilled the bottle. she then went back to val and took her hand, and this time she was the one to lead them back inside. after placing the water bottle on the bedside table, simone crawled back to val’s bed and made grabby hands at val once she’s lied down on her usual side of the bed, “val, baby—” she giggled and lovingly smiled up at her. “you’re really my girlfriend now,” she was blushing again, she tugged at val’s top and pulled her down to her, she brushed her nose against her cheek, “i would have cried a lot if you’re not into me, to be honest.” she pouted, “bawled’s more like it,” she hummed and kissed val’s cheek, then her jaw, then her chin... “so, what does ‘end stuff’ entail, is it sleeping?” she chuckled, “’cause i feel quite heavy like i’m going to pass out really soon, but i also feel kinda...wanna be touched” she blushed at her own admission, “wanna be held” she tracked back to play it safe. she yawned, “hey, thanks for taking my smoking virginity away.” she then lied on her side and settled her body against hers, her hands running up and down val’s side, while her foot rubbed against the sheets and soon enough val’s leg, finding comfort on doing these things, it was something she’s always do. “we wouldn’t be girlfriends now if you didn’t take it away,” she then closed her eyes, and slipped her hand under val’s shirt again, because she needed to feel her skin, and also have more warmth. it didn’t last for too long, since simone turned around, so val could spoon her. it was their usual position after all.

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GRAYSON.

      The lack of experience with feelings often left him confused when comforting friends. he had no problem being their confidants, listening when they needed it. he only wished he could give better advice. the only feelings he ever had were crushes, that soon would slip from his mind when school or another issue would arise. her screams almost concerned him, until she turned around, the worry leaving his face. “if you’re in love with her, you need to talk to her. even if it doesn’t hurt bad now, it will later.” he said, not wanting to say anything about how she might fall in love with someone else, that wasn’t her. how it could hurt her for real. he walked near her bed, looking down at her as she cradled herself. a frown resting on his lips. he hated to see her so upset. “val would never hurt you, even if she didn’t feel the same way. i know it. val is a caring person, she’d make sure you’d leave feeling better than you did showing up.” 

       grayson sat down next to her, chuckling at her question. “as far as i know, still a virgin.” he joked, a grin plastered on his face. he bit down on his lip, looking over to her. “uh─ i made out with someone though. thats… new i guess.” he trailed, not wanting to make this about himself. yet, he couldn’t help but tell her his news. simones question made his lips press together, looking down at his lap. trying to think about any signs she might have gave. “uhm…” he trailed, “maybe. she compliments girls a lot. that might just be because she’s really nice. don’t tell her i said this but she’s definitely blushed around you. now that i think about it, it makes sense. she gets kinda flustered when you come around. maybe you’re both just blind to it?” 

Gray’s different ideas were bouncing against each other and it was heightening Simone’s anxiety over the confrontation she was considering having with Val. She moved towards him, and then covered his mouth with her hands, “Okay, okay, stop!” She felt a little winded from the movement, and also because the idea of Val liking her back was making her heart go thump thump thump up to her throat. “I don’t want to hope for nothing, Gray, just—” She shook her head, “Shush, shush, don’t get my hopes up.” She then rested her head against her friend’s shoulder and then wrapped her arms around his. 

“Look, I rather have you talk about this person you made out with, who is it?” She would added whomst but she knew how Grayson was basically a grandpa and still lived in the eighties or something. “Was it great, do you like them?” Having to hear Gray’s new experiences was a welcome distraction, but who was Simone kidding, Val’s literally always in her mind, but she could pretend she isn’t, for the mean time at least. “Did you use tongue?” Totally middle school questions, since she didn’t want to overwhelm Gray that much.

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CHARLIE.

charlie felt it; the familiar way in which people treated her because of how she was. it never bothered her and she never cared. she always treated people the way she thought they deserved. charlie gave simone the can back, helping her put it back in one of the bags. “i mean… if you’re sure.” she responded quietly. “yeah, i’m fine with that. right behind you.” she nodded, stuffing her phone in her jacket’s pocket. “you look like you’re struggling.” she pointed out a moment later.

simone felt a little too stubborn that day, she knew she needed help, but she didn’t really want to bother her. so she shook his head at charlie and said, “yeah, it’s the flu.” she deadpanned and then stepped inside the elevator, “can you please press six?” she asked and then  crouched down and put the paper bags on the floor, then she started stretching her strained arms. “thank you,”

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💬 MSSG. // AUSTIN & SIMONE.

AUSTIN: aw that's so sweet! what's the matching one, if you don't mind me asking?

AUSTIN: the house i grew up in is on a good piece of land and it's surrounded by a forest of pine trees. it's just to remind me of home.

SIMONE: it's three wolves, a pack. each wolf represents a sibling. i didn't get both at the same time though.

SIMONE: i hope your first time getting a tattoo would be a great experience.

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PRINCESS.

“ Uh…uh…I mean, paper bags are shit to hold things but…uh, at least you save two turtles today for not using plastic bags? “    She said accompanied by an awkward smile. PJ was not usually the one to see the bright side of things but she thought, with her looking like sick, she should say something to her feel better. She was not sure if that would do though.     “ Oh no. “   She snorted as she stifled a laugh because the thought of her doing something better other than to do was funny. Although, hanging out with her best friend doing nothing is her favorite thing to do.     “ I’m just going to Hartley Hall and do nothing anyway. Might as well…help you? I’m sure Gray wouldn’t mind if I’m a little late. “    A smile formed on her lips to reassure her.   “ Uhm…uh, lead the way? “

She started walking, maneuvering her way through a small crowd as she was talking to Pj, “I’m sure Gray wouldn’t mind, he’s nothing but understanding. I honestly have no idea how he has the patience, but he does...” She sniffled her stuffy nose again, “I kind of forgot my tote bag, just been all over the place this fine morning,” She sighed, feeling really exhausted. Fortunately, they were only two blocks away from Watt Hall, so it was a quick walk. “Knowing that I’ve saved two turtles from eating plastic actually cheers me up a little,” She pushed the glass door of the building with her shoulder and waited until Pj gets inside before she stepped aside and let the door close again  “You know, we’ve got a few common friends, but we’ve never really talked that much, huh?” Simone observed.

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MAX.

max took a sip from his coffee, an award he had gotten for himself for finishing a thirty page reading. en route back to his dorm, a familiar voice spoke on his left and he stopped, unable to turn down a request for help. “why would i help?” he grinned, turning to look at her. “you blew me off when i asked you to help me study.” a feigned frown of disappointment briefly graced his lips before he broke out into a small laugh. max bent down to pick up the bottle of vaporub.  “sorry, i’m kidding, i got you.”

it was quite unlikely of simone to miss something she scheduled with somebody, so horror dawn upon her when she remembered how she was supposed to meet up with max earlier that day. although she had a good reason for missing it, she still felt bad. “god, i’m really sorry i totally forgot about it.” she definitely completely disregarded her planner the morning she woke up feeling quite horrible. “uh—” she then glared at him, she really thought for a good minute he was upset with her, “well, jesus, you better be kidding. i actually feel bad that i missed it, i’m sorry if i made you wait.”