Apr 25, 2015
All from Brad
Brad pls at least try to hide our love
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All from Brad
Brad pls at least try to hide our love
Ok so all
Send ✉ for a 2 AM text
Brady: do you remember our first time at the hamptons together? you, scar, and me were one big spoon sandwich Brady: that could be us again but you playin Brady: aka you can’t stop sticking it in scarlett god damn dude get a chastity belt already you impure son of a bitch you used to be such a virgin
Send ✘ for an unsent text
Brady: you’re so ridiculously reckless that it sometimes even offends me
Send ☠ for a threatening message
Brady: don’t you dare fucking say that, brandon Brady: you don’t deserve to talk about something you know nothing about, i’ll lock you in the god damn closet if you so much as say a word about it again
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
Brady: lmao remember when we made out on that island?Brady: let’s go for round two
Send ♣ for a drunk message
Brady: im dunk and aleno bc of u soeyimes i jst want to pndh you
All from Cody :')
Send ✉ for an 2 AM text
[fynn]: do you think octopi know theres a world were only two arms exist?[fynn]: how wild would that be?? only being observant to eight arms...crazy
Send ✘ for an unsent text
[fynn]: you know any filthy rich people who would be interested in funding a 21 yr old?? asking for a friend
Send ☠ for a threatening message
[fynn]: i will steal our cat b ack from u i stole him once i will steal him again try me cody try me
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
[fynn]: i’m going to be real for a second, a very quick second soak in it bby [fynn]: i just want to tell you that i love you so, so, so, so, much and you’re like one of my best friends and you mean a lot to me and i would probably take a bullet for you - depending on how i felt that day and i would probably beat someone up for u and i lov e u
Send ♣ for a drunk message
[fynn]: DOCYYYYYYY [fynn]: have u ever seen cabaret??? it is so gredat!!!!! u sould do a cabaret!!!!! u wolud be so gerat in cabaret!!!!! i love cabaret!!!!!
☂ ✿"I don't want to lose you, okay?"[text]:I'm sick.
☂ -- our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella
“You suck,” Eleanor jokingly sneered at Brandon, using her purse as a makeshift umbrella, leaving him to his own devices. After all, it was just a purse. And the bright yellow dress that she had worn was now soaked, and Eleanor raced to the front doors of the condos. She waved behind him, sending him the sweetest smile she could muster before rushing past the bellhop boy.
✿ -- your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa
It was another of those balls that the condos were invited to. Eleanor wasn’t a huge fan of these balls; she lost her friends in the crowd, and the only people that would come talk to her often talked about things she wasn’t an expert in. For example, whether Kim Kardashian’s butt was real? How her family was kicked off the invite list? Eleanor wasn’t interested in that. She wanted to talk to the scientists huddled in the corner, but they wouldn’t give the girl the time of day. So she walked over to Brandon, sitting alone at the bar, drinking who-knows-what, and asked him to dance. He shrugged, and joined her on the dance floor. “You know, Campbell,” she said into his shoulder, “you’re not that bad of a dancer.” They were interrupted by bustling paparazzi, eager to get a glimpse of the world’s youngest billionaire. “Brandon! Brandon! Aren’t you married to Charlotte? Who’s the mystery blonde?” The prying paparazzi caused Eleanor to stalk away, giving him a sorry look before disappearing into the crowd.
“I don’t want to lose you, okay?”
“You’re not, Brandon. You’re never going to lose me. I’ll always be on your side. I’m always on your team.”
[text]: I’m sick.
[text]: Of course you are. I told you not to go out without an umbrella or coat, and now look at yourself. I’ll be over in fifteen minutes with some piping hot chicken soup. Please rest, B. When I come over, I want to see you asleep, not working in bed. If you are on your laptop, I’ll confiscate it. Love you.
All of them :-)
☺ — for a happy voicemail
Eleanor: Hey, best friend! Guess what I found! I found pictures from that time you took my out to that bar and I drank for the first time. Although it was a very much needed rite of passage, I still kind of hate you for that. I love you! ‘Kay, call me back so we can arrange a date to burn these pictures.
♥ — for a loving voicemail
Eleanor: Hey, Mince Harming. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I’m alone at the library in Princeton, and I think I might have to sleep on a friend’s empty bed, and just thinking about that fact makes me miss Manhattan. And you. And everyone. I love you, Brandon, and hopefully I’ll be home tomorrow. Can we hang out?
♚ — for a confessing voicemail
Eleanor: Hey, so...how am I going to say this? Don’t come home before seven o’clock? Oh, this is recording? Oh crap, how do I get out of this one? Um, we may or may not have a surprise birthday party for you. Most likely not, though... [whispers] crap.
☆ — for a drunken voicemail
Eleanor: HEY BRAAAAANDOOONNNNNNN, I have a secret to tell youu...you’re weeeeeeeeeird kid, man. hAHAH AND THANKS FOR KILLING ME HAHA I LOVE PIE, HAPPY PI DAY.
✾ — for a congratulatory voicemail
Eleanor: I SAW YOU ON THE COVER OF FORBES MAGAZINE! Man, that’s like Bruno Mars’ ultimate goal. You’re like, a couple of steps away from being a billionaire. Or are you one already? I don’t know, I’m not into net worth. Anyway, CONGRATS, BRAN! Didn’t get the chance to read the interview, though, I’m pretty sure it was dorky.
☽ — for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)
Eleanor: Okay, so I heard you were leaving New York so you could be more focused on business in London. B, it’s been a great couple of years together, and I guess you’re getting too big for the little Princeton girl. Never stop calling me. Even if it’s three o’clock in the morning here, if you need me, I’ll always be here. I love you. I always will.
ϟ — for a break up voicemail
Eleanor: Brandon, I knew this wasn’t going to work out. Even when you asked to give it a try, I knew that it just wasn’t going to work. I know we’re best friends and I know we tried to make things work and mend each other’s broken hearts, I just don’t feel the same way I did with Brady when I’m with you. You’re like a brother to me, and it’d be incest if you were the love of my life. I’m sorry, B. Still best friends?
♦ — for an apologetic voicemail
Eleanor: Brandon, I’m sorry about kissing you. I know this was ages ago, but I cringe every time I think of it. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, so, so sorry.
♣ — for a sad voicemail
Eleanor: Brandon, Mr. Grumpypants -- Brady -- and I got in a fight. Can I come over and eat ice cream and cry? I’ll do so in the kitchen so you can work in your office because I know you’re busy.
☎ — for a voicemail not meant for you
Eleanor: Hey, is his surprise ready? If you got light blue balloons, return them. Get navy blue ones, and if they don’t accept returns, then just pop them. Or I don’t know, release them? We’re gonna have a rockin’ party and we can’t do that with baby blue balloons, got that, Natalia? Oh crap. BRANDON, YOU HEARD NONE OF THIS.
☃ — for a holiday-centric voicemail
Eleanor: BRANDON GIDEON CAMPBELL, I EXPECT YOU IN TEN MINUTES AT THE ROCKEFELLER CENTER IN YOUR NICEST SUIT SO WE CAN TAKE A PICTURE IN FRONT OF THE TREE! LOVE YOU! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
✉ — for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail
Eleanor: Brandon, guess what! I bought every single copy of Forbes that I could get my hands on! I decorated your office! Natalia was pretty mad, though. Okay, that’s all. That’s my big news.
♫ — for a vague voicemail
Eleanor: Brandon, I’m so mad at you.
(-: all
☺: for a happy voicemail
“Brandon, Brando, Bran! Hey, pal! Listen, I’m have the best day, and I was thinking we should get some drinks later tonight, yeah? To celebrate your shit storm of a fake marriage and my killer abs. I’m gonna call the office too, because I’m bored, but if you don’t wanna pick that phone up either, that’s fine. I’ll talk to my girl, Natalia. See you later.”
♥ : for a loving voicemail
“Brandon Motherfucking Campbell! My main man, my ride or die. Listen dude, I know we try to nip that whole mushy talk stuff in the bud whenever it happens, but I just took something with Aria and god, I just wanna hug you. You’re my best friend, Bran, and even if I don’t say it enough I love you and I’d probably adopt children with you.”
♚ : for a confessing voicemail
“Sometimes it’s really hard to always see my sister and my best friend going at each other’s throats. Like, I know it’s selfish of me, but I wish you guys could be civil for at least five fucking seconds sometimes, especially when I’m around. You’re both important people in my life, and I’m tired of having to keep you separated because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and now you hate each other. Like damn dude, at least if I had fucked Bridget I would still be nice to her.”
☆ : for a drunken voicemail
“BRANDYYY! Ahahahahaha Bran you’ll never guess what happened, someone told me we have a ship name! WE’RE SHIPPABLE!! Brandy for life, am I right? [quietly] We should have gotten married for publicity.
✾: for a congratulatory voicemail
“Hey, I heard about the big news--congrats on having the hottest fucking best friend ever!”
☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)
“Brandon I-- [muffled noises] I can’t even fucking speak to you right now. I told you, Brandon, I fucking told you that you always run away from your problems and now... Now you’re dead. The last run, from the biggest problem. Why’d you do it? Why were you always so willing to drink yourself to death? You weren’t supposed to fucking leave me, leave anyone, you asshole. I-I’m so mad [manly sniffles, probably a sob bc sympathetic boyfriend] at you... Just come back.”
ϟ: for a break up voicemail
“I can’t do this anymore... It’s not you, or even me, it’s Scarlett. I just, I keep thinking back on how she told us she had that emo phase. You know, when she went by ‘Blood’? And something about the name Blood just screams that she could kill me seven different ways if she ever found out about us. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal with Little Red yourself, buddy.”
♦: for an apologetic voicemail
“Hey... listen, Bran. I think back on what I said to you back on that stupid cruise ship a lot. It wasn’t fair of me to say all of that, honestly. If you want to move back to England, you can, but sometimes I worry that once you’re gone, you’ll never be back. And I know we’ve already made up and whatnot, but I still feel pretty shitty, so just call me back and accept this apology so I can feel better.”
♣: for a sad voicemail
“I know you think they’re Satan’s creation or whatever, but my dog got out today and she’s running the streets lost. Will you help me look for her, please? I’m waiting by her favorite tree, and she’s not here. Please come.”
☎: for a voicemail not meant for you
“I think it’s time we both finally admit that the sexual tension between us is undeniable, and we’ve both wanted to hook up since your first night here. Come by my place, yeah? Your brother never has to kn--OH FUCK--”
☃: for a holiday-centric voicemail
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS??? ONLY THE BEST HOLIDAY OF ALL TIME! It’s my girl Eloise’s birthday, ayyy. No, but seriously, don’t be a dick to her today, she deserves a good day.”
✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail
“Hey, so fun fact, people have started getting our numbers confused meaning I’ve had, like, three of your doctors call me this week. Fun, right? Anyways, turns out your test results came back negative, so cheers to that! Oh, and I scheduled you for a colonoscopy for next Wednesday. You’re welcome.”
♫: for a vague voicemail
“She’s a 36B, I promise.”
text // big bee [bee emoji]
Eleanor: MR. BRANDON GIdeoN CAMPBELL
Eleanor: BRANDON HEY
Eleanor: BRANDON
Eleanor: YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE
Eleanor: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GETTING MARRIED
text; bae
Olivia: ive gota lovely bunch of coconuts
Olivia: DOODOOOODOOOODOO