#fadcdaway

[mocnflowers]

closed starter from luca alexander for @fadcdaway

luca was doing what luca did best; minding his own damn business. he was the kind of guy that told you exactly what he was thinking, when he was thinking it. he didn’t gossip, nor did he eavesdrop. his business was his business and yours, well, that was yours. he didn’t overthink, he couldn’t read between the lines even if he tried. his wife hated it, absolutely loathed that he was so lax about basically everything. he made good money, he didn’t need to worry about bills, there was always some idiot out there willing to pay good money for him to take aesthetic shots of their pomeranian. but today, today was for him. he brought his camera with him everywhere he went, always with his bag around his shoulder just in case the opportunity arose because wildlife was well and truly unpredictable. but for a man with patience like luca? he could wait for hours to get a good shot. 

and that’s when he heard the voice, just as the turtle slid back into the water. luca turned his head to see what all the commotion was when he saw the girl approaching him. angry? yikes. women must really have it in for me today. first his wife, now this attractive stranger. “i’m sorry, what --” luca frowned, completely aghast by her statement.

[illicitvffairs]

📨 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 — 👅💦

𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 : i’m pretty bored and no one else wants to keep me company 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 : send me a cute pic 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 : like of your tits or something  —  @fadcdaway

[easivr-a]

@fadcdaway ( based on x )

BROOKLYN’S SAT ACROSS THE OTHER at the celebratory dinner for their team’s victory at the championship match, and he’s trying to focus on anything other than him but he can’t help it - he had grown attached to the other male over the last few months despite making every effort not to. of course he was out to the team, but it didn’t mean anything to the other. it never would, and truthfully he’d move on when the time comes but right now? brooklyn’s just having fun. he giggles a bit to himself as he gazes down to his lap, letting his foot linger a bit too close to the other’s leg before it starts to tangle itself up with the other’s foot. his cheeks are flushed a dark red as he leans against the table, his head leaning against the palm of his hand. he’s genuinely trying to listen to the coach’s speech, but it’s hard when there’s electricity shooting down his spine at every touch. he looks up when he hears his name being called and he grins in response, nodding his head. “yeah, coach - m’fine. just a bit knackered.” he responds, glancing at the other male before he looks back down at his lap.

[cocained]

@fadcdaway​ | based on the seventh bullet

“you think stealing a watch is impressive?” the blonde asked him while raising her brows at him and she couldn’t help but to scoff. stealing was something ruby used to do for a living and she still kind of did. it was one of the few things that she was really good at and she was confident enough to not be convinced that the male standing in front of her could do better than her. “i’ve stolen far more valuable things than that.”

[cocained]

@fadcdaway | based on the fourth bullet

the drugs department of the gang had always been tristan’s responsibility. it went with ups and downs, but he knew what he was doing. that was why he was so pissed of when felicity started to interfere. not necessarily because of her, but because his brother apparently didn’t have a lot of faith in him. plus, she seemed to really know what she was doing when it came down to the sales. “let’s just get it over with.” tristan mumbled towards the brunette, right after they exited their meeting with the president and got a new assignment together. “just do as i say and it will be over before we know it.”

[cocained]

@fadcdaway​ | based on the fifth bullet

things hadn’t been the best with her family lately and that was exactly what had gotten her into trouble. she knew that spending the night with rowland of all people would not exactly make things easy, but she had to prove that she was her own person — and she would be lying if she said she regretted it. despite it all, she wasn’t standing in front of his door with good news, what could be expected. as she waited for him to open up, she started to think about how she was going to tell him what she came here to say.

[junegloomz]

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

another meaningless party, another event where wendy had to pretend she cared about this manager and that producer. she was actually getting really good at it, cherry glossed lips glistening in the lights of the party. a smile plastered across her features, one that was innocent and approachable ... one that she'd MASTERED for these kinds of industry events. her stylist had done a great job tonight, wendy taking note of every head that turned as she sauntered through the party. the dress was snug against every curve of her body, accenting her petite yet voluptuous form. she felt GOOD, confident even. there were times this place made her feel like the smallest person in the world .. and others, when the camera’s were flashing and people were screaming her name, when she felt as if she WISHED to be as small as a bug. but tonight, wendy was on fire. she had an ep coming out that she was finally proud to release, she’d been killing it on her live performances. tour had been wildly insane in every amazing way. she felt this strange emotion that she hadn’t felt since she was a child ... happiness. she was elated, even. as she swayed her hips to whatever catchy song was blasting through the speakers, she closed her eyes, feeling the bass of the music all the way in her chest ... the drums moving her hips. wendy was sure people were watching, but she couldn’t find a reason to care. everyone else was having fun, drinking and chatting up. and while she wasn’t much of a drinker, she DID enjoy letting loose every once and awhile. and dancing was her way to forget about everything ... that’s when she heard someone cough out, her eyes opening widely at the sound. of all people, she’d never expected it to be HIM. “ are you stalking me now, teddy ? ”

[junegloomz]

LEMON

OOF so many. especially all my quiet closed off babies, or even my older more mature sour pusses. top two ? would be faith ( total stick in the mud, daughter of one of the last great american authors still living and focused on finishing his last novel before he passes. ) she just doesn’t … assimilate with new people well. and she hates casual conversation. she is my steffanie scott muse ! also jesse, ( my ‘always the uncle, never the dad’ character who so desperately wishes he’d made better choices in his life since all he wants is a family ) he isn’t much of a drinker and doesn’t find anything enjoyable in all that scene really. he is my chris evans muse !