#ft. tanner

[tennash]

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A little bit of this, a little bit of that. 1. Bella and mama. 2. Tennis with Rachie. 3. Ariadne needed to make a pitstop to check her makeup. 4. Practice. 📸: Tanner. 5. Smoke break. 6. Double trouble at mom and dad's place. 7. Some Bella and Uncle Coco downtime. 8. Dog walks with Teddy. 9. Beach days. 📸: Missy. 10. End of the week mess.

[novclee]

imessage || tan man 😜

nova: hi hope you remember me

nova: just making sure you're alive

nova: you know because i fell like you just disappeared off the earth

nova: or avoiding me

nova: oh and thanks for telling me about you becoming and actually daddy

[alessandrcxlopez]

— ❛ imessage » tan🐶

alessandra: hey!

alessandra: so i had like an important question for you

alessandra: and like i know your busy and such so feel free to tell me no okay?

alessandra: are you possibly free next weekend? the bridal shop is having this charity ball that i'm sort of in charge of and my boss said i need to bring someone and you're the only male i know that isn't my best friend (who isn't allowed to be my date)...

alessandra: and any way wanted to know if you wanted to go? with me? as my sort of prince charming?

[alessandrcxlopez]

she was coming out of the gym she usually went to, privately owned, the exact one her family had trained at. she couldn’t even believe she fell for her parents antics when they said she would only be needed once. from the moment she had agreed she knew she was stuck, it was the only reason why she continued to train. usually she would get out without anyone who knew her spotting her, today however was different. she kept her head down but when she heard her name being called she had to put on her usual smile and turned to face the male that had called out her name keeping her composure calm and collected, “hey, long time no see! didn’t even recognize you, since all i ever see is your sister now.”

@tannerxvalentine

[alessandrcxlopez]

four word sentence starters –      “Is that my shirt?”  ||  for @tannerxvalentine

a small groan escaped her lips as she stretched but quickly having to hold her hand out because she had fallen asleep on the couch, a moment she couldn’t even remember. with a confused look on her face she looked around her apartment before looking down at her clothes from the night before. it was her day off she could change into someone more comfortable to lounge around all day in. after changing from her jeans and dressy top into shorts and a shirt left behind from the weekend ball, she paused smiling down at the simple piece of fabric how something so small could make her grin like an idiot. she wasn’t pulled from her thoughts until there was a knock at her door causing her to shake her head, composing herself a bit as she went to answer it, figuring it would be her best friend or maybe her brother. when she opened the door though her jaw slightly dropped not expecting tanner to be on the other side of the door, “uh hey..” she looked down pushing her hair behind her ear just as she heard “is that my shirt,” come from him causing her to pinch her lips together and her cheeks to grow a bit pink, “would it be a bad thing if it was?” she said as she still nodded.

[alessandrcxlopez]

the drive to tanners was short enough that she had no time to actually think about anything that happened at his sister’s. she had planned to think about what she would say but she didn’t even get to think about anything and soon she was parking her car in front of his place. she had to sit there for a moment and breathe gather her thoughts before she got out of the car and walked up to the door. she paused before knocking stepping back a bit as she wrapped her jacket around herself waiting for the male to open the door trying to calm her brain down.

@tannerxvalentine

[novclee]

SYMBOL PROMPT/STARTER. —     ✌  my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication || for @tannerxvalentine

she had been focused on getting this investment to go through, barely left her office only said a few words to her assistant on what she wanted to eat before her lips sealed shut and her eyes were glued back to her lap top. it wasn’t that she wanted to do this, she just knew the circumstances of not going through with what could be one of the best investments of her career. she was sure she cleared her schedule so she could solely focus on this alone, so you could imagine the reaction she had when one of the newer interns told her, her appointment was here to see her. shaking her head she was about to say she had no appointment when tanner walked through the door causing her to sit up straighter and actually relax at the sight of him, “tanner?” she questioned looking from him to the intern at the door nodding for them to close the door, “what do i owe for this surprise visit?” she asked now standing from her seat.

[sammiewarrick-blog]

roadtrip au // self-para

“For the love of god, Sammie, if you play one more Shakira song--”

“Shouldn’t have given me the aux cord, mate,” Sammie replied, dangling said cord just out of reach.

“I’ll shove that aux cord up your goddamn ass.”

Leaning in close to the driver so that his breath was hot against his neck, Sammie quirked an eyebrow and hissed, “kinky.”

“Eurgh,” Tanner shuddered. “You’re the worst. Why did I agree to-- TURN DOWN THE SHAKIRA OR I SWEAR--”

“HIPS DON’T LIE AND I’M STARTING TO FEEL YA BOY~”

“--I WILL NOT HESITATE TO CRASH THIS CAR--”

“Boys,” came a quiet, dangerous voice from the backseat. They both stopped in place at once, Sammie mid-dab and Tanner with one hand removed from the wheel, attempting to shove his friend’s head out the window.“If you two don’t quit it, I will personally see that you both get murdered most brutally.”

“Yes ma’am,” they replied harmoniously.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she continued, readjusting her head against the window so that the soft vibrations might lull her to sleep, “I’m going to rest and I trust that you’ll keep it down up there.”

They made a noise of agreement, Sammie reaching to turn down the dial down so that the speakers were no longer blaring. After exchanging a quick glance that read something along the lines of “why the fuck did you pick up a hitchhiker” and “it was an impulse”, the car fell silent.

It would remain so for another glorious ten minutes, after which Sammie would begin whining that he was bored and wondering aloud how much longer it could possibly take to drive cross-country. Tanner would glance over at him, pretending to be annoyed, but not be able to ignore the way the setting sun fell across the other boy’s face, turning his eyes into a melting brown.

When they would finally reach their destination, hitchhiker dropped off somewhere along the way, the aux cord would’ve disappeared, and they would be listening to the top 40 on the radio. Shakira would come on. Another fight would ensue. Sometime, in the night, at a crappy motel off route 66, Sammie would awake to find something uncomfortable shoved up his ass.

Road trips, he would decide, were the best thing ever.