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LANA CONDOR for Flaunt Magazine: The Phone a Friend Issue March 2022
outclasscd·:
julian scoffs , even as an unbidden smile steals across his lips . “ the world has seen enough of me ! i’m prone to doing stupid shit around people with their phones up . ” there’s a beat of silence then , and he continues , “ let’s just say there’s a video of a teenage me , surfing and wearing real loose shorts . and i’m like , mid-riding this fuckin’ huge barrel ! and then - boom , completely knocked out by the wave . i was in the belly of a water monster and my shorts , well … got eaten . ” why is he telling her this ? sometimes he doesn’t know when to shut up . “ had to walk out the water hiding my manly parts with the board , but well - i could only cover the front , right ? ” eyes lower in embarrassment , and he takes a careful sip of his own wine , raising an eyebrow slightly at her hand . the way she traces her own palm , slowly and delicately . he’d like to feel her touch . how can he say no now ? “ fine , fine ! read my heart line , tell me what’s in storage for my heart . ”
Meadow listens to the story with wide eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The girl has a track record for taking an interest in athletes, especially when they’re as physically appealing as this one. “I am definitely googling that when I get home. Would it be ‘cute surfer loses shorts’ or is that too on the nose?” She’s pretty and she knows it and because that fact, the influencer has a habit of frequent flirting. But what’s the harm in having a little fun? Who knows, maybe this guy is a better kisser than storyteller. He finally relents; Meadow’s expression brightens and she holds out her hands for his. “Great! I’d, like, love to do the honors.” She looks down at his hand and then back up at him through her lashes, a mirth-filled smile brews at her lips. “Is there anything I need to know about you love life before I dive in?”
leilaniran:
A planner by nature, Leilani has found Meadow to be sort of like an excitable puppy that she is very pleasantly surprised to have found herself sharing a house with, and also very unequipped to handle. The important part, however, is that she really likes Meadow, and instead of her enthusiasm being overwhelming (so far, at least) it’s actually turned out to be extremely motivating and inspirational. She’s laughing as Meadow directs her, expounding on her grand ideas, filled with so much determination it’s hard not to believe her. “I think it’s brilliant. The salt cave setting is really what makes the vibe impeccable. I’ve never been to one, are there even any around here?”
Meadow puts a hand over her heart and gasps. If it were anyone else, the action might have been a facetiously exaggerated one. But it’s Meadow and she’s completely serious. “You’ve never been? What do you do when you’re stressed? Or sad? Or... bored?” The influencer knows how to put up dramatics in front of the camera but ultimately, the persona she posts online is true to herself. “I really hope there is. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do on Sundays otherwise.” She fans herself with one hand, as if the thought worked her up. “I mean, like, I could do normal yoga but the salt cave is just so much better.”
ofheavenlybodies:
It takes Auggie a moment to realise that not only is Summer no longer dancing with him, but she’s also stepped out of his arms. He comes to a less than graceful stop, the combination of the sudden ceasing of dancing, the prosthetic and the rock of the water below them causing him to wobble. In truth, the look on her face had just as much of an impact. He hated seeing her like that, looking so small and defeated and all because he’d not wanted to rush her into anything. It had never occurred to him what that would look like on her side of things. “As far as I’m concerned this has been a done deal for me since you didn’t run away screaming at the sight of my stump” It was a joke sure, Auggie really couldn’t help it, but it was also deeply sincere and he was sure that must be reflecting in his gaze. Having to share that whole side of his life had been daunting for him, afraid it would be too much for anyone really but particularly anyone he was going to date. So Summer reacting the way she had, it had put all of those fears to rest “I mean I was pretty certain before that, but it was definitely what sealed the deal.”
He’s gentle as he reaches out to her to bring her back closer to him, deciding now definitely wasn’t the time to keep holding back on his actions but still not forcing anything on her. Everything just felt better when she was close to him “You kissing me was the best thing that has ever happened to me so, I would like to do that again. A lot. It’s pretty much been all that I’ve thought about since.” A little bit of heat flooded his cheeks at the confession. “I’m sorry if it came across as anything other than that I-” He smiles a little sheepishly, a hand raising to cup her cheek while his thumb ran back and forth idly on the skin there “well I didn’t want to rush you into anything, I was happy just to treasure holding your hand and remember how soft your lips are while we got to…well this point I guess.”
“But you didn’t say anything.” Hearing her own words, makes Summer feel like an overgrown child. Maybe it’s too old fashioned -- she can’t expect everyone to match her own ideals. Sure, the romantic in her that wanted some extravagant confession or conversation but Summer doesn’t explicitly need that from August. Some affirmation would have been nice. “I mean, you said lots of very nice things all the time but --” She looks up at him like a wounded puppy, unsure how to articulate her feelings. He’s looming over her, equal parts earnest and open which is so uncharacteristic of him. Her fingernails dig into her elbow slightly, now feeling guilty for worrying him. She slumps a little, her arms dropping to her sides. “How was I supposed to know how you felt?” She asks weakly. “People say things all the time and just end up disappearing.” It finally comes out; her words hang in the air and sound like static. Taunting her about everyone in her life that couldn’t stick around or didn’t even try.
As humiliated as she is by the complete emotional oversharing, she craves to be close to August and moves into him instantly. As usual, she’s completely enamored by his everything; overwhelmed by the August of it all. He’s saying all of the things she’s been dying to hear since the open house party (and honestly, probably since the day she moved in). Summer can feel the insecurities dissipating; the embarrassment loosens and makes way for a more favorable warmth. The kind she has only ever felt in the presence of the man standing in front of her. “Oh.” She says brilliantly, trying to process. “You’re a lot more patient than I am.” She finally says, moving a hand to gently grasp the one he has on her face. She smiles softly, allowing herself to drown in his eyes. “I really don’t think I can survive on remembering what it was like to kiss you anymore, Captain Prattes.”
sumncr·:
“yeah, i guess.” liam nods before a soft chuckle escapes under his breath, clearly a bit caught off guard by the request. it’s not that he minds being in her company for a while longer, he doesn’t – he’s just doubtful he’ll be that interesting to her. surely there are other people she would rather hang out with ? “you must be really bored if you want me to entertain you.” he replies with a self-deprecating smile, hans tucked inside his jacket pockets like he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with them, “…. but uh, sure. i was just killing some time before a tattoo appointment. you can come if you want, the studio isn’t too far away from here.” he says, a soft smile on his face as he gently takes the book from her hand.
“Bored?” Aspen echoes, shaking her head. Boredom isn’t really the right term for it. More like she’s greedy. Aspen understand that, much like herself, Harry is out on the town meeting as many people as humanly possible. She’s hopeful to make some connections with people that don’t know her brother. It’s hard to share friends with the twins, especially given that she usually hates everyone that Harry hangs out with. She yearns make a circle that doesn’t involve Harry; that’s the best part about moving to a new town. She gets to be just Aspen (that is, when she isn’t cleaning up her twin’s mess). “No. But you should feel lucky. I don’t make these kind of offers to just anyone.” Aspen smiles, biting on the corner of her bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle when he mentions the tattoo parlor. Old Aspen would never get a tattoo but Old Aspen lived in New York, so maybe New Aspen would be more inclined? “Sounds fun. What are we getting?”
outclasscd·:
if there's something about the cove that juli absolutely loves , it's the beach . no matter where you are in town , you likely have a beautiful view . off the vine is no different . and while he's more of a cheap beer kind of guy , the wine he's drinking isn't half bad . “ this is pretty good , right ? ” he attempts small talk , but the woman clearly has other plans . and so , a brow lift . “ palm reading , live for thousands of people to watch ? yeah , hard pass . what if you end up telling me i'm gonna die in two weeks ? first , it'd be a hell of a spoiler . i like to live in the moment and knowing when i'll die will totally ruin that for me . how am i supposed to enjoy life if i know exactly when i'm gonna die , you know ? and second - dying … dude , that'd really bum me out . ”
Meadow can’t help but giggle at the man in front of her. How fortunate to find a Los Angeles nine in the complete boonies that are South Carolina (at least to her -- anywhere that isn’t a major city is practically nowhere). “Aw, come on! You need to open yourself to the world.” She holds out her hands, inviting the stranger to place his own. “No life line reading, I promise. There has to be something you want to know about your future. Something about your public image? Or wealth?” She traces the sun line on her own palm to show him and then moves to the base of her thumb, circling the mount of Venus. “Or your heart line? Everyone is a little interested in romance, right?”
twistedfcntcsy·:
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The twin struts into the vineyard, sunglasses on and oversized sweater hugging his torso. On his feet were his casual shoes: the Yeezy Foam Runners. Tonight was a relaxed night. Wine and cheese. Today was a nice day, so he decided to buy one bottle to drink there.
Harry moved through the grass and stopped as he felt a camera on him. He loved the camera and he quickly straightened up to look at the other. “Huh.” An amused hum slips through his lips. “Sure. I guess. What’s your handle?” He asks, sitting beside her and pulling out his phone.
“It’s at meadowdreaming! I’ll tag you.” She responds instantly, smile equipped at all times. Socials are her golden egg goose; the very foundation of her wealth and success. She looks her companion up and down. “I like your shoes,” Meadow offers. “Can you guys see that?” She turns to her propped up phone and points at the Foam Runners. “I bet you have a water hand. What do you guys think?” The comments flood in; Meadow squints to read them under the sun. “Harry Montgomery?” What luck that her collaborator is someone in the industry as well? Meadow holds out a hand for the other to put his in, ready for the reading. “Wow, it must be fate.”
seastheday·:
Trey was enjoying a wine tasting at Off the Vine when he heard one of the other patrons speak out. He fought the urge to laugh as she suggested that she do a palm reading on him for instagram live. “Oh, would they?” Trey asked with a raised brow. As a attention starved B list actor, the thought of exposure was promising, but he wasn’t sold on it, “How do you even read a palm?” Trey asked skeptically.
“Of course!” Meadow chirps immediately, turning fully toward her new friend (she’s decided on her own that they are friends -- she’s got a habit of doing that). She sets her glass aside and smiles openly. There’s always a few critics when it comes to inviting strangers to her videos. “It’s not too difficult! I can walk you through it.” The brunette holds out her hands for the other to place his. “Wouldn’t it be reassuring to know what your future is like?” She winks.
doctorxreed·:
Davis had been stood up. Well technically this hadn’t been a date; he’d simply been here to meet up with a work colleague. But she was a no show, and she hadn’t even texted or called to tell Davis she wouldn’t be there, which honestly frustrated him (though he also hoped she was okay). So now he was alone at a winery. It wasn’t a place Davis would have chosen, but he decided he’d wait a bit longer to see if his coworker arrived. Sitting at a small table alone, he hadn’t even realized that the girl at the next table was speaking to him at first. But there was no one else around really, and Davis turned to her, and he asked, “Palm read me?” as if he had heard her wrong. Looking down at his hand, Davis was intrigued enough to say, “What the hell, go for it,” and he moved to join the woman at her table. “This is for Instagram, you said?” he clarified. Was this girl an influencer or something? She did look vaguely familiar.
“Yay!” Meadow grabs the others hand eagerly, hoping to be gentle but it is hard to contain her excitement. A willing participant is her favorite and her audience loved these lives. They spiked her viewership up like a rocket. “Yep! Instagram Live. Say hi everyone!” She smiles at her phone and waves. “Today we are joined by --” She looks at her companion to supply their name, doing a little shoulder dance. Meadow is particularly fond of getting the older generation getting in touch with social media. Her own dad is a total dinosaur when it comes to this stuff. It made talking about her career with him difficult. She takes a deep breath for theatrics and examines the palm. “Ooo, interesting! You have an Earth palm! We don’t see a lot of those here.”
hcartdrop·:
Ivan’s eyes immidiately light up at the sound of palm reading. He loves divination and hearing things about himself mostly. “Ooooh, palm reading might just be what I need. I love watching those videos!” Showing his hand to her before retracting it back to his jeans pocket. “Waait, but you would keep me as anonymous right?”
“Perfect!” She claps her hands together in excitement. If there’s one thing Meadow likes, it’s people that match her energy. “Oh my god, me too. Now I get to make them, how incredible is that?” She sips down the last of the wine in her glass, feeling very content with the state of the universe. “Sure. If that’s what you want. It’s a shame, though, my followers would love to see a heartthrob.” The audience loves a pretty face. Meadow has her own to thank partially for her following and she knows it. She holds out a hand and smiles invitingly. “C’mon. Don’t you want to know what your future will hold?”
ofheavenlybodies:
closed starter → @sunriseichor location → outside her house, early morning
Auggie had put a lot of work into making sure Summer’s birthday, her first here in Lighthouse Cove and the first spent with him, completely blew her mind. He’d barely been able to sleep the night before in all the excitement, everything laid out neatly on the kitchen island ready to go. He’d waited until midnight, so he could be the first to send her a happy birthday message (using the confetti message effect too which was just a very Auggie thing to do), before he’d allowed himself to even think about sleep.
By the time he’d woken up, gotten ready and wrestled first with the prosthetic and then the bunny costume it was only just 8 o’clock. Was that still too early? He was far too eager to delay any longer, so packed up all the gifts and a grabbed a cane just in case and slowly made his way over to Summer’s house. He made a few kids days walking around in the costume, got a few odd looks from their parents but he was so excited to see Summer that they all just washed over him. Once he arrives he makes quick work of tucking the presents out of immediate view and sends her a message, only just now realising she may not yet be up and he’ll just have to linger outside of her house in a bunny costume like a weirdo. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
It’s her birthday and she’s twenty-eight. Eight and twenty, as they used to say. Summer likes celebrating things. Even with her mostly sober lifestyle, she knows how to have a fun. Still, since twenty-five there’s been a lingering hesitancy around her birthday. It feels like the world is turning faster than she is ready for. Almost thirty, no novels, just a bunch of short stories and a bartending career that lasted much longer than she ever intended. Difficult to not think about it. Summer isn’t the type to believe she would change the world or anything, but she did expect to be a little farther along in life at this point.
She’s in the middle of feeling sorry for herself -- she’s allowed to today at least, of all days -- and then there’s a man dressed in a bunny costume at her front door. Or rather, she gets a text about a rabbit suit donning a certain boyfriend (boyfriendboyfriendboyfriend -- she can call him that finally and now she never wants to stop) of hers. Doesn’t even fully comprehend it before racing down the stairs and throwing the door open. She stands, a little out of breath, just looking him up and down for several long moments. And then a smile sparks from her lips and she laughs, full and hearty. “My very own Prattes special?” She phrases it like a question but she already knows it’s true. She wants to run into his arms and tackle him in a hug but is wary of his prosthetic. “Wow. If only I had some chocolate to go with this. It’d really be the best birthday surprise ever.”
where: anywhere !
who: @seastheday / trey ✨
“How do I know you?” Aspen asks. She’s been a lot of places and met lots of people. It’s true, sometimes they are forgettable or just seem familiar but she’s certain that she’s seen this man before. “Are you from New York? Or no, let me guess --” She taps a finger to her lips and analyzes him. “-- You’re in TV, aren’t you? You’ve got the face for it.” She nods, confident with her conclusion.
where: 510 dolphin circle
who: @leilaniran 💕
“Just picture it,” Meadow says, waving a hand in the air. She uses the other to guide Leilani’s shoulders. “You, me, Tyson -- it’s the perfect harmony of creators! The universe truly brought us together for a reason.” Meadow smiles dreamily at her new roommate, high off the fantasy of fame (and a bit from the blunt Tyson had kindly gifted her this morning). “I was thinking for our first collab we should do goat yoga in a salt cave. What do you think?” There probably isn’t a salt cave nearby but Meadow hasn’t yet grasped that the Cove isn’t quite Los Angeles. While excited to start a new adventure, it’s different on this side of the country. She’s a big fish in a small pond, but hopefully with Leilani around things will get easier. There’s strength in numbers, after all.
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@sunriseichor·
“How’s it hanging you most effervescent and radiant of nymphs. Party girls gets first pick of the swag bag you know.” Wally smirked and held out his bookbag for Aspen to pick through if she wanted anything he had pickpocketed over the course of the major events the neighborhood had held since he moved in. He got bored and when he got bored his hands got sticky. It wasn’t like he needed anything of the things he took, he didn’t sell them for cash. Sometimes he would even take things from one person’s pocket and put them in someone else’s. “You know after this I am going spray women’s perfume on men’s jackets so they get in trouble with their wives and girlfriends.”
“I love being your favorite,” She winks at him. Wally’s flattery had become one of her favorite things about the Cove, second to his penchant for trouble. Aspen peers in the bag, eyes filled with mirth and mischief. Of course, she could buy any and all of the things in the bag but that isn’t the point. How fun would that be?
It’s quite full. Wally really does have sticky fingers. Wallets to keychains to sticks of gum; he really isn’t picky at all. Aspen isn’t even mildly surprised -- he is the biggest flirt in this town for a reason. Can’t resist a beautiful person much more than he could resist taking their belongings it seems. She selects a a silver ring with a dark sapphire in the middle and places it on her ring finger. “Oh, Walter! I thought you’d never ask.” She fans herself with the ringed hand and smiles like a cat. “As fun as that sounds, I feel we can go a step further.” She points to a couple in the corner of the room. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if the mistress showed up?”
where: montgomery house party
who: @andrejvarvik
She’s surprised at how many faces she doesn’t recognize. Upon moving in, Aspen had made it her personal mission to make as many connections friends as possible. Snaking through the thick crowd of people now, she realizes just how many people live in the Cove and how many she hasn’t met. Still, she’s a Montgomery, so she flits around making conversation with the locals. She’s always been good at rubbing elbows -- her parents taught her well -- but there’s so many strangers. When the names start blending together, she knows it’s time to take a break. Aspen reaches for a bottle of water from the open pantry and spots a stray hand doing the same. Curiously, she retrieves her drink and looks over to see a familiar face. “Hmm, if it isn’t my old friend.” She grins at the tall, dark-haired not-stranger, pleased to see someone she not only knows but enjoys the company of. “You don’t drink but I keep finding you in the most interesting places for a sober person.” She offers the water bottle out to Andrej, grabbing another off the shelf with her free hand for herself. “Enjoying the festivities?”