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( DAKOTA JOHNSON + CISFEMALE ) —  Have you seen STEPHANIE “STEVIE” DUPREE ? This TWENTY-EIGHT year old is a ART GALLERY MANAGER who resides in BROOKLYN. SHE has been living in NYC for TEN YEARS, and is known to be CARING and CREATIVE but can also be INDECISIVE and MEEK, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with BUSINESS CASUAL OUTFITS and SOFT BOSSA NOVA BACKGROUND MUSIC

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aubreyjennings​:​

          𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓 permanently featured at her best friend’s art gallery never failed to bring an immediate smile to Aubrey’s lips as she really couldn’t have asked for a better way to showcase her work or a bigger honor. She loved Stevie with all her heart. And the fact the other brunette was always more than eager to involve her throughout the whole creative process as well as never not totally supportive of her art made setting up each new art exhibit all that more exciting. This time, the art gallery owner had really outdone herself. The new layout changes made were exceptional. Her features immediately filled with excitement as Stevie pulled her a few steps back to take a look at her new paintings in their fullest potential.  “I think it looks amazing,”  Aubrey gushed, grinning wide from ear to ear as she replied to her.  “I’d never to think to put these two together but it honestly works perfectly.”  Her hand tucked away a few long strands of hair behind her ear just as Stevie went on to compliment her.  “I don’t know. I guess you could say I’ve been feeling pretty inspired lately.”

“well, yes,” stevie nodded as she glanced over to the pieces her friend mentioned. “i know it might not look it, but i do have a little bit of an artist in me,” she proudly tossed her hair behind her shoulder, only to immediately place it back where it was, giggling at her own child-like behavior. “no but, i’m so glad you like it.” she announced, grabbing the woman’s hands with a smile. that was possibly the most difficult part of having your best friend’s very acclaimed artwork in your gallery. “oh, have you?” she asked, in a slight sing-song tone — yes, stevie did know what she was talking about, or at least she could guess, but hell did she want to hear it from her. especially since the opportunity was right in front of her, after she had been scared to ask for so long. “i really hope it’s not a super secret because i’m dying to know. spill it, woman.” a little pause. “uh, please.” she added, with a smile.

[steviedupree-a]

can't do the symbols on mobile BUT morning, suggestive, excited, & loving texts pls :)

— 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: good morning to the hottest, handsomest man. meet me for lunch later if you’re not busy?

— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: my new lingerie arrived today, and i cannot decide if i want to send you pictures of it, or in it, or just wait until you’re home so you can look at it yourself

stevie: oooh, maybe even a picture without any of it?

stevie: on a scale from one to ten, how much do you want to suffer?

— 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: i finally found the right eyes for the furby snake! Spit will finally have some company!!

stevie: best part is you get to name it, too! may i suggest swallow?

— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: i told my mom the joke you told me yesterday and she laughed so hard, it was adorable! kinda unrelated but i am the luckiest girl on the planet to be with the funniest most thoughtful wonderful curly fry 😍 i know you’re still nervous about the “official” part, but you’re doing so good! i have never been happier, fin. But i guess it also helps that I’m dating my best friend ☺️

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% - for berry

— % 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 / @berryxboyd

stevie: hey baby! does it make a difference where i put the crystal? it’s by my window and idk what it is but i feel different!

stevie: is that good? should i do something different with it?

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☎

— ☎ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: i have wine don’t ask how but i’d like you to tell me if it’s good at all period no siri not the word the symbol oh my god siri what the fuck don’t

(it sent the moment she tried to add “send that”)

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$

— $ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: do you know when you’ll be coming home? i found a cool recipe on pinterest and i’m gonna try it out for dinner tonight

stevie: is work going ok? i miss you! 

stevie: ... whoooooops. wrong finley! 😬

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ツ - for ed

— ツ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: ED ED ED ED

stevie: IT IS OFFICIAL! I AM A MARRIED SPUD!!!!! 

stevie: poor fin had to spit it out, but hey if he hadn’t said anything i probably would have! either scenario came down to this: I’M A MARRIED SPUD

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Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

— # 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: i know it’s like 30 degrees outside but i really want boba rn. wanna come with me? pleeeeease?

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% for aubs xo

— % 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

stevie: sooooo, are you busy friday night? or are you ditching me for a certain brit? there’s no wrong answer, just... you know, checking in 👀

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[sufjon]

thinking about this girl and her ribbon

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edgarmendoza​:

Glancing behind him at Stevie’s announcement, Edgar beamed at her under the city lights. He’d escaped the party below them in favour of the rooftop, and as he always did with Stevie, welcomed the company. “It’s beautiful,” he breathed, eyes drinking in the skyline for a moment before falling back on her, “hey, I think you’re forgetting you were there for me too, Steve,” he patted the seat beside him, holding an arm out for a hug, “you’re one of my favourite people, okay? Don’t tell Fin, he’ll get jealous,” a cheeky grin slipped on his lips before he fell back into sincerity, “for real though, after the break up, both times, you helped me a lot.” 

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it was funny how the days following her breakup from bowie had stevie’s mind screaming at her about how miserable she was going to be from there on out, how she would never feel loved or happy or anything, the typical this was it, and you blew it kind of odd intrusive thoughts. and yet, not even half a year later, she felt all those things tenfold, without the draining she just assumed came with loving someone hard. the brunette happily fell into her friend’s embrace, finding the comfortable spot for her head under his wing, and she sighed. “i guess that age-old phrase really does have a meaning, huh? it is what friends do — what you do for someone you love.” she let out a little laugh as she pulled away slightly, digging through her pocket to find her pack of cigarettes. she wrinkled her nose at him, a smile on her features. “he can deal with it. i could make us shirts! or something more commemorative... we’ll have to brainstorm, eddie boy.” she chuckled a little as she fell back into the man, looking at the sky above them when he spoke. “and you helped me. i think about it a lot, you know — it was really fun but all in all, i’m just glad those dumb shenanigans got me a pal as good as you. wouldn’t trade ya for the world, buddy.” so cheesy, and she knew it. “got crowded down there? why do people try to so many people in a new york city apartment?”

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fincasey​:

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It had been about a year since Stevie had come into Fin’s life. Or he’d come into hers, more like - kind of played a big part in turning it upside down. At the time Stevie had refused to put any blame whatsoever on him, and he wouldn’t have accepted it back then anyway, but he knew that their friendship probably had a lot to do with Bowie leaving. What had been Stevie’s life for so long just got reversed completely in the space of a few months. He hadn’t understood why her ex-girlfriend had hated him so much or why she’d been so against how close they were. But now he got it. He got it completely. It had taken a lot of getting out of his own way and self-discovery to fully understand, but he’d been falling in love with Stevie since day one. Now that it was right in front of him, with her snort-infested laughter ringing in his ears and her doe-eyed gaze fixed on his, he didn’t know how it had taken him so stupid long.

As soon as Fin had said the word couple, he froze a bit. He didn’t regret it, not at all. It was how he felt and how he’d been feeling for months. But now that it was out there, it had to be a conversation, and that was what he’d been wanting to avoid. He didn’t know the first thing about relationships or how to get in them or how to navigate them. He wanted nothing more than to be with Stevie, than to be able to call her his girlfriend without having to then explain that she technically wasn’t. Now, it was hanging between them with the short silence he’d caused.

Finally, he answered. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure we are.” Fin shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal, but even that felt cheap to him. So he sighed and turned to look at her a little better. “That sucked. Sorry. What I meant is, I…” He paused, piecing words together in his head before saying them. For the first time in his life, maybe. “I never thought I was a big fan of relationships? I mean, yanno what a feckin’ clown I am most times, I figured it just wasn’t somethin’ I suited. But, uh, guess I was wrong, ‘cause all I want and all I’ve been able to think about for months now is bein’ with you - properly. And - Christ, I’m just faffin’ along at this point. Basically what I’m gettin’ at is that I care about you more than anythin’, Steve, and I’d love to be able to call ya my girlfriend.”

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stevie would easily brag at how good she had gotten at reading fin and his often ironic speech, always playful, carefree — so fin. but the way her heart twisted inside her chest was a rude snap out of this sense of self-righteousness, because the shrug he gave to this clear indication of where their so-called fling was headed made her heart sink into her stomach. because her insecurities were making a firsthand appearance since bowie left, and she started feeling a bit too exposed. was it her fault for not catching onto the joke when it first came out of his stupid, beautiful lips? in the midst of her brief panic, his apology was the last thing she wanted to hear. by instinct, she offered him a calm smile. the same instinct told her to reassure him, to tell him he didn’t need to be sorry or that there was no problem, they could easily do whatever! be whatever! whatever feels right! but the thought was already in her brain, and now that it was there, she didn’t want it to leave... so she couldn’t say anything. and even though she thought she had to, she had no time to anyway. what she thought would end the conversation, turned out to be a pause — and not even a long one, at that.

the silent laugh that left her also served as a forced reminder to exhale. she hadn’t even noticed she had been holding her breath until his words got that little, silent chuckle that came from her chest more than her face; and once the air was out, she felt considerably lighter. and as fin kept talking, she felt lighter, and lighter. there was so much going on through her head and her heart, but oddly enough as she listened to the irishman’s words, she felt so proud of him... for allowing himself to be vulnerable like this, after everything that had happened to him in his life that told him not to be; and she felt lucky second, to be the recipient of finley’s feelings. she extended out a hand towards his face, gently brushing her palm against his temple before running her fingers across the side of his head, getting a little tangled in the curls for a moment. “honey, you’re not a clown,” she reassured, although she knew how he meant what he said, she felt the urge to reassure him that to her, he was nothing short of an angel. “and i care about you, with my whole heart.” a smile spread on her features as she let her hand fall off his hair and onto the sharp angle of his jaw and his neck, the movie playing in the big screen serving as background noise now, more than anything. “then go ahead, you have my permission,” she said invitingly, still smiling, as she leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek — a soft imprint of her lipstick left as a souvenir. “as long as i get to call you my boyfriend, too?” 

[steviedupree-a]

“hi!” stevie greeted sutton with a wiggly hug the moment she was able to, even if that meant leaping past at least two tables at the coffeeshop. after her happy greeting, the brunette sat in front of her friend. while stevie was usually a happy person, she had a spark lately, that made it look like she had had too much candy. “how are you doing? i have something for you,” she announced, before placing her bag on her lap. “you are the first ever person to receive the fruit of my hard, hard work,” a chuckle fell through her attempt at a dramatic tone. “i made it myself. isn’t it just...” she didn’t finish her expression, but she nonverbally did by scrunching her nose a little bit as she offered the woman the little pot. “i couldn’t think of what plant would suit it best, i figured it would be best if you got to choose it yourself.” | @sutton-parker​

[steviedupree-a]

the best time to get layout changes sorted out and ready to go was definitely after closing, because stevie wasn’t the happiest about waking up early — at least not anymore! the longer she got to stay in bed with fin in the mornings, the better. apart from that, though — she wasn’t going to ask aubrey to come to the gallery in the morning, either. no one should suffer like that! so instead, after closing, she sipped an uncharacteristic hot tea and she grabbed aubrey’s hand and pulled her backwards a couple of steps. “what do you think?” she asked, her features lit up with a smile. "i can’t give anything or anyone a green light without my artist’s approval.” the brunette turned to look at her friend. “i love these pieces, aubs. how do you always manage to outdo yourself? it’s pretty incredible, if you ask me.” | @aubreyjennings​

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KALA AND WOLFGANG + HANDS (insp.)

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fincasey​:

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This… just wasn’t scary. Not at all. Fin had butterflies that made him feel like he could puke at any moment, and made him feel lightheaded enough to burst into a fit of pointless laughter, but behind it was no fear. Anxiety, but pure joy. Stevie brought him the softest, realest, most enthusiastic joy he’d ever felt in his life. It wasn’t new in the least, really. In the almost year they’d known each other, every teeny, casual touch from Stevie had always felt so much more vivid than it did coming from anyone else. It might have been only recently that he accepted that he liked her and had for a long time now, but it was certainly coming to a head now. Hell, just her pulling out a bottle of wine to surprise him felt like she’d just given him a thousand bucks. A real date was not only overdue, but almost seemed unnecessary by now, and yet now that they were here, Fin was furious they hadn’t gotten around to it way sooner.

Christ, Fin would do just about anything to hear that laugh. Even now, when it was lovingly at his expense, it brought a huge smile to his face. “And he was so loud, too. I hated hearing him talk. Mum said he was funny but nope. Hated the fucker. Still will, I’m sure,” he vowed, shaking his head firmly. He watched as she poured herself a drink - the most simple of actions still so completely captivating - and brought his eyes up to meet hers once more when she spoke again. “I will be a perfect gentleman, Miss Dupree, I swear to you.” He raised his wine glass ever so slightly in solidarity with what he was saying. But a very cartoonish, exaggerated exhale left him, and he brought his hand up to wipe his forehead playfully. “Thank feck. Just those twenty seconds were a struggle, Steve, I’ll be honest. The urge to honk one of your boobs was immeasurable.” He gladly lifted his arm up for her to scoot under and was about to follow up on his joke and honk her boob, but he faltered. At this point, it’s near impossible for you to do anything that would make me not want to be with you.

Fin felt like everything in him just melted entirely in that moment as his gaze lingered on hers, lips tugged up into a very gentle smile. It was beautiful to hear and beautiful to know right then that he felt the same exact way. As cheesy as he always found it, as unappealing as he’d always found it, he was overwhelmed by the knowledge that he… felt like it was all figured out from here on out. It was him and Stevie. She’d come into his life and changed pretty much all of it for the better. He loved her for it. He loved her for everything she did. He just loved her, in every way that he knew how. “That’s comforting,” he finally said, “’cause now I have a greenlight to be a real gobshite.” His hand moved from where it rested on her side to the back of her neck, pulling her forward enough to kiss her. Though he let his arm drop over her shoulder to quickly squeeze one of her boobs, like he’d promised to. “No broken boundaries, you’re right. Though I’m pretty sure more or less bein’ a couple for three months and then going on our first date kind of got rid of any boundaries that normal couples would have.” Neither of them had used the word couple, at least not to each other, but it slipped out thoughtlessly and he didn’t jump to correct it at all.

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“i mean...” stevie mumbled, finally taking her eyes off of fin, even if it was to roll them for half a second. “i agree with your mom there — he was kinda funny.” she squinted her eyes and scrunched up her nose as if to apologetically announce that she disagreed. but she quickly shrugged after, a small smile creeping onto her features. “but who knows, you know? maybe you’ll tolerate him this time! maybe. you know what they say: don’t knock it til you try it.” she was completely aware that the situation those words were usually used on had absolutely nothing to do with the princess bride... and that made it just that much funnier to her, to the point where the infamous snort giggle made an appearance. normally, if this were a first date with anyone else, stevie would’ve immediately turned a bright shade of red, and would’ve done anything in her power to hide her face from said anyone else... but with fin she found herself in such comfort that she didn’t even flinch.

she furrowed her eyebrows in playful skepticism, but she raised her bubbly drink to acknowledge him. the formality felt weird, even when she knew it was a joke. another laugh and a roll of her eyes followed as fin acted out his relief. “such a drama queen,” she teased as she attempted to scoot closer to his touch — wholeheartedly wishing that by doing so they would somehow merge into one. the brunette shook her head and shot him a challenging look from her position, although the smile remained on her face. “bring it on, then, casey. i was born ready.” and although she wanted to joke and laugh about anything and everything, the kiss was more than welcome. and to be honest, a surprise to her, in that very moment. his hand off her side and on her neck gave her chills — it was soft and a quick moment, but she felt herself melt into his touch. the moment was interrupted by his hand on her breast, a quick chuckle stayed stuck in her throat and released through her shoulders, a laugh against his lips, as she refused to let go of him in that last second. 

the movie had already started, and she hadn’t even noticed until then. stevie still needed a lifetime to tell him how much she loved his accent, and to be so rudely interrupted by the movie she had dragged him to watch was suddenly unacceptable. resigned, she was about to suggest they turned their attention to the film, but she became distracted by fin’s words. distracted, because she had to do a double take — were those words part of the joke? the words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. “is that what we are?” a pause. “wait, no. sorry, that...” she had to straighten up for a moment so she could look at fin’s eyes — they often spoke more of the truth than his words did. she shook her head to reset her own thoughts, more than anything else. “that came out wrong. okay — do you want us to be one? you know, a couple? i’m only asking because you told me... at some point you told me you weren’t a big fan of relationships.” her tone was soft as she kept her gaze fixed on the irishman’s features.