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[ohmydcrling]

clementine had been feeling some type of way after the gala. what was she feeling? she didn’t really know. her and sebastian had always been complicated, and the weekend hadn’t really made anything more clear to her. it wasn’t an issue of whether they wanted each other, so much as the fact that either of them just kept doing nothing about it. so against what was probably her better judgement, she walked her ass in the opposite direction of where she lived after her trip to the gym, freshly out of the shower and still smelling like strawberry shampoo, to sebastian’s place. after making exactly one stop, she knocked on his door with her hands feeling sweaty, waiting for him to answer the door with her heart in her throat. it wasn’t like she’d never been to his place before, but it was usually in the presence of other company, and it definitely wasn’t ever unannounced. when he opened the door she smiled nervously. she always managed to be shy around him at first, feeling like a fourth-grader having to swallow their fear and give their crush a valentine’s day card. “uhm, hey.” she held up the bottle of wine she’d procured on the way over,  “donatella told me this is one of your favorites. are you busy...?” the book he’d given her laid heavy in her bag and she thought maybe she was ready to talk about it now, even if it felt like he’d read her more than she’d wanted to be seen. 

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[wddingcrshers]

all naomi wanted was to have sebastian back, not as a boyfriend but as the person with whom she felt most comfortable. for her whole life, he had been there, and she didn’t want things to change between the two of them. hearing that he was with other people didn’t bother her, what frustrated her was that he hadn’t told her anything – or even spoken to her more than once since she arrived. she didn’t want to just be someone that used to be in his life, someone he didn’t talk about anymore. she was more hurt than angry when she messaged him, and of course the moment he replied she felt like a child again, following him around and wanting to be where he was at all times. something about him just took over her brain, whether she wanted it to or not. meeting him on the beach seemed like the best option if they were ever going to return to normal. so, with a light cardigan and sandals, she snuck out of her room while clementine slept and made her way to the beach with her phone as a flashlight. naomi sat on the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest as she waited to see sebastian, the wind kept blowing her hair forward and she had given up pushing it behind her ears when she heard footsteps behind her.

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[wddingcrshers]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆...  seb👨‍👧

MARDRA: hermano..

[ohmydcrling]

what did elijah like about genevieve quinn pak? well, she was funny, for starters. smart as a whip, somehow both beautiful and terrifying all at the same time in the way she looked at him like she’d be affronted if he asked to kiss her, but spoke like she could give a pornstar a run for their money. there was a whole lot about her that he wanted to figure out, so it’d only made sense to invite her for dinner, even if it seemed like food wasn’t the only thing on her intended menu. he’d spent the evening cleaning, even though there hadn’t been much to clean, and he’d set up his projector so that they could watch clueless upon request. an hour before they planned to meet up he texted her to ask what she wanted to eat so it would get there not long after she did, and he’d been curled up in the loveseat with his palms sweating until she arrived. when the notification popped up on his phone he groaned and stood to get the door, trying not to psych himself out before pulling it open. seeing her on the other side brought a smile to his face. “hey.” he greeted, opening the door wider to let her inside. “the food should be here soon. want something to drink? beer, wine, soda...?” none of the above? he had stuff in his liquor cabinet, too. “ ‘m afraid my cocktail making skills are sub-par but if you’d like one i can b.s. my way through it.” he joked lightly, even though he was kind of serious. 

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[ohmydcrling]

clementine couldn’t sleep. she guessed she slept too much on the plane ride because now she was wired even though it was the late hours of the evening. she’d gone back to her room for a couple hours after the mixer, but after her and naomi turned the lights out she still couldn’t sleep. she’d put on her bathing suit and resolved to go swimming to get her energy out and enjoy the scenery. she’d been contemplating how long she should wait to see if she was truly alone, flipping and doing handstands when she saw someone approaching the dimly lit infinity pool. she swam to the edge and used her elbows to prop herself up. “hey stranger.” she greeted, dimples in full-force as she smiled up at sebastian. “can’t sleep either?” she guessed. 

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[ohmydcrling]

@clemlouise: congratulations on your promotion @genevievequinn !!  😍 😍 (@ghcstin)

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@gen quinn-pak

fashion photography was lindsey’s specialty, and thankfully, she worked with a company that gave her the opportunity to focus on that almost exclusively. sure, lindsey worked in every department that needed her, but her favorite thing to do was cover fashion: runways, editorials, street looks, anything she could get her hands on. so when she was offered the chance to shoot an editorial, of course she took it. “gen!” lindsey smiled wide at the other girl that she was supposed to be working on this with. “i’m so excited to be working on this with you. it’s my first editorial in like, months, i don’t think i’ve been this excited for a project in a while.”

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@parker montgomery

there were very few parts of a workday where heather was allotted a touch of time for distractions. but when she could get them, she held onto them tight, refused to let go until the very last possible moment, until she had to be something a little less than herself again. an apple and a book felt very much like herself, sitting in the sun taking her lunch break outside, because the city weather was finally in a place where she could do that. “but didn’t he do it?” she murmured to herself, reaching onto the table for one of the colored pens she kept with her to make a little note in her book, not realizing that she was speaking aloud. “it just makes sense for it to have been him.”