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“ come on juju— isn’t that what kimi calls you? anyways, loosen up. i’ve never seen you drunk, like ever. so let’s change that! ” naomi claps her hands excitedly and walks over to the liquor cabinet and grabs the bottle of tequila along with two shot glasses. “ you do know how to take these, right? ” she teases, pouring him some and then herself. @julicnsv
( @julicnsv ) if it didn’t seem like such an emergency, lana would have never showed up. she wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with the team, but if something had happened to one of them and she didn’t show up to this meeting to find out, it would’ve made her feel considerably worse–––– if that was even possible at this point. then again, she didn’t really feel much of anything these days. she took a couple steps into the new headquarters, looking around to see some faces, except there were none. the building was empty and when she realized that, she knew this was wrong. she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. lana kept walking, however, trying to figure it out. the small, underlying worries she had about this being dangerous disappeared when she spotted julian standing alone in the conference room, staring at her like he’d been patiently waiting this whole time. speaking to him was the last thing on her list off stuff she wanted to do, although she didn’t have any choice since there was literally no one else there. “what is this?”
✉ ⁇ ✿ ø @ & % $ ♀ luv u
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
verena ⋙ julie [ 01:53AM ] :: the worst part of all is that i don’t even feel like your friend anymore and that kills me.verena ⋙ julie [ 01:54AM ] :: this is all my fault…
she had spent the last twenty minutes walking up to julian’s door, raising an arm to knock— only to ultimately let it fall, walk away, and do it all over again. she must have repeated the actions a hundred times until she finally convinced herself to do it. julian had made so many attempts to know lana and she had pushed him away every time. it took a tragedy like losing blair and daniel to change her state of mind. she couldn’t help but think that if she would have just told the two of them, maybe they would still be alive. she wasn’t about to repeat that mistake. so, after finally knocking, lana stood there with the box under her arm and waited. ( @julicnsv )
👶 - zachary / julian, u choose
👶 your muse revealing that they are pregnant with my muse’s baby ! ( julian )
naomi has had two near death experiences. one in silverwood and one now as she stares down at the plastic object that lies between her and julian. why was this a near death experience ? because she was sure verena was going to kill her. two faint lines could be seen on the small screen and she already knows what it means. the girl doesn’t even remember how exactly they ended up here. that unfortunate night didn’t feel real to naomi, more like a dream. too bad it wasn’t. an uneasy silence falls over them as they continue to stare down at it, speechless and in shock. “ you’re smart enough to know what that means. ” voice quivers and she leans her hands on the table to steady herself. verena was going to be livid, naomi knew that much. being cheated on was possibly the worse thing to do to someone, especially a best friend. how could she do something this ? what exactly was naomi thinking ? sleeping with her boyfriend was a stupid thing to do and getting pregnant by him was obviously the consequence she had to face. “ oh god what are we going to do ? verena is going to lose it. she’ll get us both. i already have two kids i literally can’t handle another. ” deep breaths, she reminds herself, feeling a headache coming on. “ c’mon julian don’t just stand there— say something ! ”
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👀 someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust !
already answered !
🔥 someone my muse would die for !
i wanna’ say himself, honestly. only his narcissistic ass would be tragic enough to die for himself. like, it’s common knowledge that he can be pretty egotistical at times, but i guess if it really came down to it … his family ? it would depend on the circumstances too.
💘 someone my muse has a crush on !
someone catches this man’s eye every corner he turns, to be honest. he’s definitely obsessed with the chase, the teasing, the game, all of it. so, he’s never short of ‘crushes’, i guess.
😒👿👑👪 ( i laughed at the last one )
😒 …someone my muse hates.
NAOMI’S FATHER. micah’s only met the man a few times, and he used to think of him as a good man. it’s easy to think of anyone as a good dad, in comparison to micah’s own, but he thought carson was the epitome of fatherhood. he thought it was admirable, how often he was willing to watch the twins, when naomi needed a break, or when she just couldn’t. he used to think that he was someone worth something. but in the past year, micah’s watched as his words settled on naomi. he’s watched as every mean comment, and every cruel word got to her, diminishing at her confidence. and now this? taking her kids? micah’s never really hated anyone; not until now. not until this.
👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore.
haha, himself. once upon a time, micah really was happy. self-love was the eternal mood. but years living with the monster that his father became… it changed him.
👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.
literally everyone? but, in particular, i’m gonna be honest and say JULIAN. micah feels a lot towards julian, but jealousy is certainly a part of it. because julian has a lot going for him. he’s smart, and he’s so easy to befriend (if you aren’t micah). he has a huge family, where micah now has none. julian’s weak, but that’s because he’s never had to be cold and guarded. julian has a lot that micah wishes he had, but that’s a sentiment micah’s taking to the grave.
👪 …someone in my muse’s family.
MICAH’S MOTHER was bright, once upon a time. she was the warmth of the sun shining through the window, something you can’t look at, lest you lose yourself in her divine ways. she was beauty and luminescence, a picture that spoke millions of words without saying anything at all. her laugh was nothing beautiful; it was loud and silly, with snorts breaking the air once in a while. she was cold, then. a passing fog that settles into his home, into his bones –––– first, every few weeks, then days, then it was never gone. she was dismissive, her eyes flitting past him carelessly. she was warm, until he existed too loudly, too roughly. he always thought it was his sharp mannerisms that cut, but no. no, it was her jagged edges, disguised as the same smooth skin he used to reach for, that scarred.
then and now, micah’s mother was everything to him. he remembers her in the phantom touch of lips against his forehead, hands tucking blankets further up to hold him where she didn’t. he remembers her warmth, and her weird laugh, and the way she and his father used to dance, back in their happier days. he remembers her coming to his first dance competition, back when he did things for fun and not in the name of escapism. he remembers the light in her eye, and the way he could always lose and find himself in her gaze. he remembers her the way you remember the north star.
in the end, micah was nothing to her. he wonders, sometimes, if she remembered him at all.
hey guys!! you can post my unfollow now <3 thanks for the good few months!!
