#damnfel

[quinndioli]

It wasn’t unlike Quinn to get bored at the thought of running errands, so he’d appreciated Felicity coming with him to the grocery store to make such a menial task somewhat bearable. They were now back at his house in the kitchen, the man unpacking the groceries they’d just bought. “So I reckon once I’ve put this stuff away, we should grab a drink and go and sit by the pool, blast some music and make the most of this nice weather.” 

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[tombcnd-a]

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Tom wondered why he let his fucking friend talk him into this. It was safe to say that Tom was not much of a dater- in fact, he hadn’t dated much of anyone aside from his high school girlfriend and his wife, both of which were not relationships that had long since seemingly expired more his wife than Hazel, as Hazel’s was a completely mutual agreement, and he’s happy for her. Tom simply didn’t fit well into the dating scheme; being an outcast in school, that punkass kid that dealt with the perils of the foster care system when it went wrong, perhaps he had become rather cynical when it came to the notion of dating. It had been two and a half years since his wife had disappeared, though, and his closest friend- not to mention, the right-hand man in his little business on the side that was run right out of the notorious city of Baltimore- had conned him ironic, isn’t it into a blind date. With who, he had no fucking clue. Finding himself sitting in a restaurant with nothing but a time and a place given to him as any sort of hint of where he would be meeting this girl, he drummed his fingers on the table after he had set his phone facedown, waiting patiently for her to show up and ordering his drink in the meantime. Something simple with just a twist of alcohol to soothe any nerves he was feeling. Despite not being too thrilled about the blind date, he was curious about who would be showing up. Anyone who knew him knew he would prefer someone with a little bit of rebellion, mixed with some amount of kindness. For as feisty as Thomas was, there was a soft undertone, some sort of comforting soft place to land, balancing him out. Today, he could only account that for his daughter. Fidgeting with his hands, absently twisting the rings on his fingers- the wedding band, of which, he had finally removed and put away somewhere in a drawer, finally admitting to the world his wife was gone, gone, gone- his green eyes moved from the absent spot he was staring at blankly to fixate on the woman approaching the table. “You wouldn’t happen to be kidnapped or bribed or blackmailed to be here on a blind date, would you?” he inquired, smirking. Real charming, Tom. “Cause if you fucking are- I think you’re at the right place.” Great pickup line.

[marleycallahan-blog]

💭 Fel

“Of course, it’s not a secret that I’m a fan of Felicity and her music…but actually getting to know her as a person, I’m just as, if not more, impressed with her. She’s amazing–funny and electric and it makes sense how she just comes alive on stage.”

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[marleycallahan-blog]

🎧 Fel!

“You want a song recommendation from me? Would it be cheesy to just suggest your entire last album? Yeah? Fine…how about…&burn from Billie Eillish?”

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Send me 🎧 and I’ll give you a song rec!

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Safe to say, Tom was already looking forward to their second date after the last one had gone extremely well, not expecting it to go so perfectly. After asking his friend to sit for his daughter that night, he made his way to grab his jacket and check the mirror one last time and ensure his makeup was still in place before he grabbed the box of chocolates off the table that he had purchased for Felicity. It had been a long time since Tom had done anything like this and he wanted it to be perfect, whatever was to come. Grabbing the keys to his car, he hurried out the door, realizing he might be running a little late rather than early if he wasn’t careful; he just had to double-check that Penelope would be alright. Of course, he had no real reason to worry; she was in good hands with his friend. Making his way out to his car and hopping inside, he started the engine- once, twice- until it finally roared to life and began to drive smoothly down the road. He had managed to specify later nothing too formal, no dresses needed, she could dress whatever way she liked- he certainly had. Leather jacket and a tank top to keep himself cool underneath it, and a faint smile on his face as the radio played in the background in a soft tone. Being that Crownsville was small, it didn’t take him long to arrive at her place, remembering to grab the box of chocolates from his seat when he had parked the car and honking his horn to signify his arrival just to be a brat, smirking to himself as he did so before climbing out. Heading for the door, he easily took the two steps up, thanking a god he didn’t believe in for blessing him with long legs in spite of being only five-foot-four, rapping his knuckles on the door after a moment and humming to himself, pulling the guitar he had grabbed at the last second from his shoulder, holding the box behind his back. The guitar was, on the other hand, too difficult to hide. Offering her a polite smile when the door opened, he dipped his head before flicking his red hair out of his face. “Your date, m’lady,” he teased, holding out the guitar for her immediately, “There’s my peace offering for you tonight, and uh- shit- these.” Producing the box from behind his back, he held it out to her, smirking. “I thought I’d make a good fucking impression at the door,” he offered as he took a step toward her, planting a brief kiss to her cheek politely.

[brittbuckley]

Galentine’s Day || Beau & Fel

It was a holiday that she’d never really paid much attention to, but when in Rome, she was going to go full Roman. While she didn’t have a girlfriend to shower in gifts and romantic gestures, Beau loved Felicity just as good as any significant other, and with how hard the girl worked, she deserved a day off to be pampered. 

Still in her jammies, Beau woke up early like she usually did, but rather than giving a rude awakening, she quietly toasted Eggos and made coffee, placing them on a tray when ready and carrying it carefully as possible to Felicity’s room. “ Green Bean!” She sing-songs. “ Wake up!” Clumsy as ever, Beau couldn’t keep the heavy tray even enough to keep the bottle of syrup from falling, but the food remained on the plate and coffee in the cups, so she was satisfied enough to set it carefully on her roommate’s bed still, looking nicely set.

“Fel? Breakfast is getting cold, wake up.” She chuckled, playfully nudging the green-haired Aussie on her leg to stir the girl awake.

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[deemna-blog]

   IT HAD BEEN a while since nadeem was last here. whilst he spoke to his baby sister quite regularly, he hadn’t quite mentioned him moving to the big apple to her. but he was confident that she wouldn’t mind. after all, they are family and family comes above everything… right ??  quite hesitantly, he rapped the door with his knuckle, his other hand gripping tightly to his overnight bag. was he even at the right flat ??

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