**/ ι'ℓℓ fιи∂ му σωи 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨

𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔦 𝔤𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 loved by 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 for 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕙𝕢

[hclycons]

𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤.. ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[sirenfm]

hclycons‌:

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑:   its  literally  3am  and  i  can’t  sleep 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑:   talk  to  me ? 

lorrie: only 3 am ? pussy  lorrie: sure what about ? & dirty talk is off the table

[sirenfm]

adorefms‌

𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴     𝙰𝙽𝙳     𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷     𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙽     mix     together     and     form     a     scent     that     spills     out     throughout     the     home     of     none     other     than     adoracion     ,     freshly     painted     pink     toenails     are     propped     on     the     glass     of     a     coffee     table     while     nose     scrunches     at     the     overwhelming     smell     .     the     presence     of     the     other     didn’t     come     as     a     shock     whatsoever     ,     in     fact     it     felt     almost     like     an     unspoken     rule     ,     and     adore     wouldn’t     dare     to     change     it     .          ❝          missing     you     has     became     a     habit     but     thankfully     not     too     bad     of     one     but     ——     i     ended     up     wearing     it     to     a     party     two     days     ago     ,     so     i     think     it     might     be     dirty     .     what     is     that     saying     ;     finder’s     keepers     loser’s     peepers     or     something     ?          ❞

lorrie immediately smells the acetone in the air, and perks up. "ooh, are we doing manicures or huffing paint thinner? either way, i'm totally down." lorrie pressed her hand to her chest, using the other to blow adore a kiss. "oh, that's fine. wait-." lorrie paused, slowly lowering herself down onto adore's couch. "you didn't stain it, did you? because that was forty american dollars on etsy and," she sighed, slumping against the couch, "i don't think my bank account could take that kind of hit." she pointed to herself, "hold on, am, am i the loser in that analogy? i think that's a little unfair to call me a peeper."

[sirenfm]

berkcwitz‌

the look on jalissa’s face said it all . she was a bit stunned by the other’s words . “ i don’t know about all that , “ she said with a light shrug “ but harry potter was my shit growing up . “ she wasn’t ashamed to admit it , either . she picked up on it . lorelei’s gaze on her . over the years she’d grown hyper-aware of the appreciative look . that was now flashing across the other girls features .  “ well excuse the fuck out of me , “ jalissa couldn’t help but to laugh at the blondes response . “ you know what , babe , you’re right . how dare i assume you aren’t . “ in her mind she was sure lorelei hadn’t seen true kinkiness in person but then again you can never be too sure what another does behind closed doors . “ why would you think i want to freak the fuck out of people ? “ her perfectly sculpted brow raising just a bit , as her teasing tone shared space with the fog of smoke in the vehicle . 

"oh, yeah, of course," lorrie said, "it's a good story. it's just a historical fact that magic has always been an anti-capitalist force." it wasn't exactly what her oma had always told her, but it was close enough. that the leaders feared magic because, if magic was real, why work? why work under their thumb to meet your basic needs? also, sexism. the sexism didn't help magic's reputation, either. she had to break into a smile; lorrie was always proud to make somebody laugh. "yeah, you don't fucking know what people are into. you're not a kink expert, despite what you seem to think." lorrie shrugged, passing the blunt back to her. "i dunno, it seems like your m.o., though maybe it's really just living your best life." lorrie put a hand to her chest, "me? i had to scream to get noticed all my life, so. freak people the fuck out i do."

[sirenfm]

@starr

“the cosmos unravels from my mouth, all fullness, all vacancy.”

this instagram is tightly controlled, purposefully mysterious to keep up starr’s brand. her face never appears in the stories, or even fully in the posts. her account is meant to display an idea, an image. the stories are less strict; they reveal starr’s reading habits, favorite songs, brand deals, and her life as a musician. (and her cat, lilith, occasionally.)

[sirenfm]

brkshq‌

brooks raised a brow when she spoke up but it was quickly followed by a grin when she continued on . the drama act of even punching her straw into her coffee was enough to bring a small chuckle from his lips . “ believe me when i say this , and it’s not just so i don’t have to witness a cute girl pissing herself , but it’s not a sexism thing . last time we were in the studio , they suggested we change up the sound of our new record . make it more radio friendly . i told him that the only time i let people boss me around is in the bedroom so if he wanted to do that , we could find a room . and— well he surprisingly took me up on that offer and found out that i was lying . but he stopped suggesting shit after that . i’m not recommending you do the same though . ” he chuckled , realizing his story had gone a little off topic . “ three grammys though … not so subtle flex , lorrie . i like that side of you . kind of turning me on , ” he teased , reaching out to grab his own coffee to take a sip , “ when are you going to invite me to one of your sessions again ? i can take care of mr . dick-for-brains for you while i’m there . ”

when brooks called her cute, lorrie smiled wide and put a finger to either of her cheeks, twisting them in a cartoonish depiction of said cuteness. she pulled her hands away to throw her head back and groan. "god, if i had a dollar for everytime i had someone tell me to make something more radio-friendly..." she thought for a moment. "actually, i'd only have about fifty dollars, but still. that's, like, a nice pair of jeans. like, not designer, but nice." she nudged his knee with her foot, grinning, "wow, he really wanted to fuck you, huh? only you have that power, brooks, i fuckin' swear." it was a little unfair, honestly, how easily brooks could convince people to sleep with him. if lorrie had that power she would absolutely be a ho. or, a bigger ho than she already was. "ooh, you want me to show you how it's done, tough guy?" lorrie replied, chuckling. their flirting never amounted to anything, but it was still fun. lorrie smiled, "actually, i... i think we're basically done for the next album. which is," lorrie raised her eyebrows twice in quick succession, "exciting, if you ask me." though, in truth, lorrie was terrified. every album she released seemed to get more and more personal, and she was genuinely scared this could be the album that would make the public turn on her. but, as always, she swallowed her anxiety.

[sirenfm]

ofjunipcrs‌

      she  was  maybe  a  couple  shots  in.  okay  to  be  honest  ,  juno  had  lost  count.  but  she  was  having  a  GRAND  old  time  at  this  party.  ever  since  her  move  to  hilton  grove  ,  she’s  made  some  good  friends  and  reconnected  with  some  old  ones.  so  when  lorrie  popped  up  and  hinted  at  karaoke  ,  she  couldn’t  help  but  beam.  “  oh  you  know  i’m  so  down  for  that.  ”

lorrie grinned at that reply. "fuck yeah, let's go." she grabbed onto juno's hand, dragging her towards the stage to enter them into the roster. "this, this is a dumb question," lorrie said as she selected tlc's no scrubs, "because it's gonna sound like a humblebrag, but. should i sing in a bad voice? it feels tacky to sing well at karaoke. does that make sense? like if you're a good singer what are you doing at a bar, y'know? maybe i'm paranoid."

[sirenfm]

lilafms‌

lila  was  in  her  own  world  ,  scrolling  through  instagram  while  nibbling  on  the  food  she  literally  just  ordered  .  her  mind  was  occupied  ,  thoughts  about  other  ,  unimportant  but  still  pressing  things  that  didn’t  leave  her  mind  .  she  was  distracted  when  she  noticed  a  hand  reaching  for  her  plate  ,  &  her  offended  eyes  follow  up  to  see  lorrie  .  the  unimpressed  expression  never  leaves  her  lips  ,  even  when  the  other  girl  sits  down  .  “  dude  ,  i’m  eating  that  .  ”

"oh?" lorrie asked, playing dumb just to be annoying. "i couldn't tell." she shot lila a smirk. who said she couldn't play around with a friend? just irritate her way right into their hearts. "i just wanted an excuse to come over here and talk to you. you looked lonely. or maybe i was lonely." lorrie shrugs, reaching behind herself to grab her drink from the table. "what's up with you today, then?"

[sirenfm]

rainertm‌:

╱    new message on snapchat     ▎   lorrie .

rainer : can’t cheat the grind 💪 

rainer : what’re you up to ?

rainer : i got some venting to do

lorrie: youre fuckin drenched bro did you go swimming ? do hot yoga ? i tried that shit once nearly killed me lorrie: in a phone meeting w my label. tryna set a release date  lorrie: venting you say ?????? lorrie: well you know my petty ass is always down for that 

[sirenfm]

juliensfm‌

            if  there  was  one  thing  julien  loved  to  do  ,  it  was  getting  lunch  with  her  dad  whenever  his  schedule  didn’t  call  for  him  to  go  out  to  seoul  .  she  loved  when  they  were  able  to  have  one - on - one  time  without  disruption  ,  but  she’s  not  disappointed  when  her  dad  has  to  step  away  from  their  table  to  take  a  quick  phone  call  .  she’s  busy  tapping  through  her  socials  and  mindlessly  crunching  on  sweet  potato  fries  when  she  barely  heard  someone  speaking  to  her  .  julien  is  startled  when  her  fingertips  brush  another  hand  ,  a  short  yelp  of  surprise  falling  from  her  brims  when  she  realizes  who  the  other  is  .  ‘  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you  ?  ’  she  locks  the  purple  device  in  her  hand  .  ‘  you’re  hungry  so  that  means  you  can  put  your  grubby  little  fingers  in  someone  else’s  plate  ?  were  you  raised  in  a  barn  ?  ’

there was just... something so fun about messing with julien. she carried herself too high, took herself too fucking seriously. it was almost cute to see her reaction, even if she did get angry. "first of all, my fingers aren't grubby," lorrie insisted, flexing her perfectly clean hands. she'd just gotten a manicure the day before, thankfully, so they actually looked nice. "and second of all," she grinned, "oink." she settled into the seat across from julien. "though, to be fair, i would have figured you would be against sharing anything. even though i have no food on my table," lorrie clasped her hands to her chest dramatically, "you still wish to deprive me of a few fries. like a true capitalist."

[sirenfm]

divafm‌

*    𝐚    𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲    𝐬𝐞𝐭    𝐨𝐟    𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬    tread    along    the    pavement    with    ease    towards    the    femme    she    was    all    too    familiar    with    ,    bambi    eyes    weary    all    while    she    returns    the    slightest    curl    of    her    lips    ,    reflecting    the    blonde’s    very    own    .    meetings    such    as    this    were    typically    arranged    in    the    late    evening    ,    as    a    means    for    the    two    to    rid    the    melancholic    thoughts    consuming    their    conscience    ,    being    the    burden    of    their    wakefulness    .    ❛    hey    ,    ❜    she    greets    gently    ,    the    space    between    gradually    lessening    while    stepping    further    .    ❛    i    am    .  .    okay    .    could    be    better    ,    but    can’t    complain    ,    ❜    she    emits    through    a    sigh    ,    loosely    shrugging    her    shoulders    before    gesturing    a    nod    her    way    ,    brow    arched    in    curiousness    .    ❛    yourself    ?    ❜

lorrie nods, looking down at her feet. she was always a little shy, these nights. the ones when she needed to ask for help. she'd outgrown the shell of starr, but there was still another facade there. she supposed it was like that for everyone, though; everyone was vulnerable sometimes. maybe she should stop feeling ashamed of it. "good, um," lorrie looked back up at chantel. "i'm… alright. i just didn't wanna be alone." she shoots chantel a small smile. "i dunno, i still have problems with drinking, but i know when i start craving oxy that i'm in trouble."

[sirenfm]

berkcwitz‌

the serene uptick of the brunette’s lips dropped . forming a straight , unamused line . the effects of the perfectly crafted sativa seemingly vanishing at the mention of w i t c h c r a f t . hoping her silence on the first question would prompt her to move on from the topic , but even jalissa knew that was a foolish assumption . “ no . “ jalissa said in plain objection . “ they told me i was never getting a letter from hogwarts - because harry potter was fiction and fiction is unintelligent . “ ashing the blunt on the baby pink tray she’d earlier used when rolling the shared drug . bringing it to her lips and filling her lungs with the smoke . letting the cloud of smoke trickle out from her glossed lips as she raised her eyes up to lorelei . “ if you tell me it’s rad to be a w i t c h one more time i’m going to ash this over your head like im a virgin lighting a candle or whatever the fuck . “ a smile coming to jalissa’s lips , although it was anything but warm . her hand falling on the girls thigh , giving her a slight tap . her other hand reaching over to hang back the blunt .

lorrie pouted in response, shifting out of her slouched position to get a better look at her. "first of all, harry potter is bullshit because it institutionalizes magic and, historically, magic has been an almost anarchistic force." she had to take a moment to, completely platonically, appreciate the way the smoke rolled out of jalissa's lips. it really wasn't fair that some people could be so beautiful. she took the blunt when jalissa passed it, "and how do you know i won't like that, j? i'm a kinky fuck." lorrie took a slow hit, exhaling through her nose. "i'm just saying, it's not only empowering, but it also freaks people the fuck out. i thought you'd be into that." 

[sirenfm]

it only took until lorrie was halfway through her blunt for her to ask jalissa, “so, like, what’s your beef with witchcraft and shit?” she blew out a plume of smoke as if to punctuate. “like, did your parents tell you santa didn’t exist too young or something? i mean, mine totally did, but my oma also told me all about, like, witchcraft and shit.” she nudged jalissa’s thigh. “be a rebel, turn to the fuckin’ dark side and be a witch. i promise, it’s rad.” 

@berkcwitz

[sirenfm]

or a long, long time, lorrie had been on her own. and that was fine, it had to be. she was growing more and more comfortable with herself, for sure, but sometimes… sometimes the silence was overwhelming. that’s around when she would, inevitably, text chantel. she almost had to laugh a little bit; the saddest “u up?” text known to man. it didn’t take long for lorrie to make her way to their usual rendez-vous point, and she shot chantel a thin smile when she came into view. “hey,” lorrie murmured, “you doin’ alright?”

@divafm

[sirenfm]

lorrie was trying to get out of the house more. she’d learned, in her long, long history of dealing with mental illness, that seeing sunlight did, indeed, help. so, here she sat, at a cute cafe downtown. her food had yet to come and, as she sipped on her lemonade, she saw a familiar face. she approached with a smile, saying, “shit, your food looks good,” before swiping some off their plate. “what?” she said in response to them. “i’m hungry; my food is taking forever.” 

[sirenfm]

“thank you for coming with me,” lorrie said as they entered the department store. she knew gus would probably have wanted to come whether she asked him to or not, but still. it was only polite to thank him. “i have to go meet with some fuckin’, ugh, like those interviewers up in new york. like, i get that it’s their jobs to be perky, but also it’s, like, before ten.” she shakes her head, complaining only to complain. lorrie made her way to the first dress that caught her eye: an elegant black dress. “what about this? with like sparkly accessories?”

@hawthcrnes

[sirenfm]

lorrie really wasn't in the mood for this bullshit. she had her hood pulled low over her forehead, her sunglasses high up her nose. all she needed to do was get some fucking weed, and she was outta here, back home to her cat. of course, that didn’t happen, because nothing in lorrie’s life worked out, because she was fucking cursed. “oh, hey, adrianna,” she muttered as she was faced with the other woman. “don’t worry, i’m not here to mock you.”

@cherrypicked

[sirenfm]

it wasn’t as unusual as you’d think for lorrie to turn up at adora’s house unannounced. she was much like a cat in that sense, coming and going as she pleased. this time, though, she actually had something she needed. “hey, i think i left my holo miniskirt here last week. i can’t find it in my closet.” she added, a beat later, “also i missed you, hi.”

@adorefms