#ft. cleo

[fizzytoo]

adrien's room is so cute 🦔

[ayliemonroe]

𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ⟶ cleo 💋

aylie: i had a private lesson with a whole family today

aylie: from grandpappy to a 4 year old

aylie: i think i am either an honorary watson or they want to marry me off to their eldest

aylie: tell me you are at the bar and if your not do you want to be? i need a drink

[johnxtudor]

SYMBOL PROMPT/STARTER. —   ❢   my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised. || for @cleoarchibald

fuck this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. he wasn’t even meant to be doing a job he was meant to have stopped his double life was now suppose to be ending. he was supposed to be happy but here he was groaning, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt, leaning against the wall. he was going to have a fun time explaining this to anyone and he was hoping that it would be awhile till he actually had to. of course luck wasn’t on his side this time around. looking up his eyes connected with the woman’s who looked completely shocked, “please don’t ask..” he muttered holding his hands up causing him to wince slightly, “it’s definitely not what you think.”

[ayliemonroe]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 // @cleoxortiz​

aylie threw herself onto the bed next to cleo and let out an overdramatic sigh. “please tell me you’re ready to go explore. i need to get out of this bloody room.” eyes brightened at the sight of the bar cart on the other side of the room and she hopped up to grab a bottle of champagne. and pour it into the glass of orange juice that was just set up for them. being on a reality show was not without it’s perks. “so, what is our first plan of attack?” 

[selinagha]

who: @cleofms where: white party

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨 much. it was hardly after sunset, and selin was already in the bathroom, tears beading in the corners of her eyes where her waterline was dusted with glitter. she felt like the dumbest woman on the planet, mortified to see the guy she’d been crushing on and her boss were an item. logically, she knew she had no right to be upset. she could hear her therapist’s voice in her head: you let it stay casual. you never asked for boundaries. you went on other dates too, did you not? but then she told jeanetta’s stupid voice to shove it. she was allowed to wallow in self-pity, just for a little bit. she was nursing her drink, tears finally slipping free and running down her cheeks, when the bathroom door creaked open. a familiar face walking in, one she really did not want to see. the bitch from the theater.

selin sniffed and moved so quickly to wipe her face that half her drink sloshed into the sink. “i, uh, sorry,” she said, mortified all over again. but there it was, that stupid little instinct to keep the show going. to remain likable. so she forced a watery smile and added, “men suck, you know?” hoping cleo could relate. after all, drunk girls showing solidarity to other drunk girls in bathrooms was practically an american tradition.

[romymccready]

who: @cleofms where: white party

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. she had a bad feeling about tonight, mostly because she’d already seen her fiancé catatonic with grief and didn’t think he could handle anything else going wrong. she figured they’d spend the night standing in a corner, but he’d gone off and gotten high without her, which she was miffed about because, well, romy loved getting high. fine, then. if he was going to have fun, so was she. “hi, cleo, you look pretty,” she began, approaching the blonde. she looked vaguely ethereal, wispy, and glowing, her hair a white flame. “can i ask you somethin’ without you gettin’ offended?” she paused, then asked anyway. “do you have anythin’…on ya?” it wasn’t like it was a random request, exactly. cleo had been vocal about her love for substances, from stimulants to downers to psychedelics; it seemed she had a story for all of them.

[lipstcklover]

closed starter for @hvtemenvw

time skip from here

since her reunion with brandon, and cleo's oddly disappointed reaction to said reunion, it was safe to say that giselle's mind had been all over the place. it had only been a week since the party, and while she'd kept her promise to make time for both of her favorite people, her best friend's words were etched into her brain. she didn't know why cleo was biting her tongue all of a sudden when that wasn't how their friendship had ever worked — in fact, she'd always thought that they thrived as well as they did because of how open and honest they were with one another. but now that she knew something was up, she was determined to get to the bottom of it. after telling her boyfriend that she had plans for the entire day, giselle headed right over to cleo's place, letting herself in without warning as she always did. "knock, knock." she yelled out to get her best friend's attention. she had at least checked to be sure cleo was free for the time being, mostly so neither of them could try and find an excuse to get out of this unplanned heart to heart session, but she wouldn't be surprised if they still tried it. "hey, gorgeous." giselle teased as she walked into cleo's bedroom and made herself comfortable right on her bed. "i'm officially all yours for the day, so i figured we should talk." that certainly felt way too serious, yet she didn't know how else to state the obvious. "but first, how's your week been? did you take any of my advice and try to put yourself out there? tried opening up those dating apps lately?"

[selinagha]

who: @cleofms where: outside of a theater

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 new job at 212, selin wasn’t ready to give up on her acting dream. maybe it was the desire to prove to her family that she could succeed in the career she’d chosen, the one they all treated like some delusional fever-dream. or maybe it was pride. still, rejection had a way of making even the most optimistic people feel ridiculous. she’d auditioned for tv pilots, low-budget movies, and student films. audition after audition, smile after smile, but still nothing. eventually, selin had decided to try theater. it was new york, after all. and she wasn’t exactly lying when she said she had some experience. drama club back in türkiye may have been over a decade ago, but she still remembered the heat of stage lights. her first audition had gone beautifully. only a supporting role, sure, but the director had been warm and enthusiastic.

which, of course, made the rejection sting worse. no, that wasn’t the reason. the real reason was that the director had wanted her. he’d said as much, apologetically, over the phone. the problem, apparently, was the building owner. the building owner. the fucking building owner. selin repeated it back to him like she’d misheard. since when did the building owner get a vote? she spent half an hour stewing, then another ten minutes talking herself out of doing anything dramatic, though she did anyway. she found cleo outside the theater and approached with the confidence of a person who had rehearsed this interaction. but as she opened her mouth, she realized she’d forgotten all of it. “hi, um, cleo, right?” she began, then immediately winced at herself. “hi. sorry, i just said hi twice. amazing start.” a nervous laugh escaped her. “i don’t know if you remember my headshot, but i auditioned for oh, mary!”