#ohmaybc

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Colt tried not to scoff as he received the snapchat from Simon. He should have known that the boy would request that he come to his place. Not to mention Colt was so predictable that he would end up giving the other what he wanted just because he didn’t mind the idea of seeing him happy and giving him what he wanted. The boy slipped on a pair of sweats and readied himself to go, locking up his place before he started his journey to the house he would call his for the evening. The drive took far too long as he grew more anxious, hurrying up to the door and giving it a knock. 

[palepassives]

&. a continuation of this thread

Codie was surprised to even hear from the boy after what had happened during their night together. She was convinced that he was never going to make an appearance in her life again, convinced that he had forgotten anything that they had done together. That night he hadn’t even given her time to explain -- time to tell him how truly sorry she was and that it was certainly not intentional. He hadn’t been the only virgin in the room, and the last thing she wanted was for her first time to have been made so public online. Though there was something she had to show him. If he had any doubts that they had made quite a bit of money off of their show, he would know for sure now as she walked into his place. “Hello?”

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( &&. @ohmaybc .

              t’was a rarity for the brunette to ever leave europe, let alone travel all the way to america given the recent political hysteria of their debates, but it was high time she figured out what the HYPE was about the country. though, it was a nice change in being a stranger rather than a recognized figure, but as soon as the thought warmed her, a flash of recognition lit up on their face and arya just wanted to denounce her title right then and there. ‘ i don’t think we’ve ever met. you’re definitely MISTAKING me for someone else. ’

[letmehearyoufuckiingpray]

i’m your B I G G E S T  F A N i’ll follow you until you L O V E  M E // @ohmaybc

         there miranda elise ( known as masterpiiece to everyone behind the curtain ) stood, backstage with the fucking a team and her fellow rap artist, overlooking a sea of obsessed fans that desperately awaited the performances of their favorite rappers, and the nervousness hadn’t hit until now. their producers and managers were excitedly ushering them onto the stage, and as the others got hyped up, jumping out there raging, she anxiously blew out a cloud of loud followed by a big swig of jameson, and once the high hit her system, a wide grin formed on her face, and the girl known as “the wild one” got hyped up and showed up on stage in a stunning $10,000 set of spiked, latex lingerie with mesh toppings, the crowd going absolutely mad as she was handed her solid gold microphone. “what’s good, new york!” she yells, waving - - and it was going to be all well and good until she looks at the 3rd row back; trouble standing there tall in blond hair. 

[knowyoursclf-blog]

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Bowie could hardly contain herself as she rummaged around through all the trinkets that were placed perfectly around their fake honeymoon suite, eyes doubling in size as she spotted an old-fashioned cord phone plugged in beside their bed. “Montana!” Her hands clasped together before quickly unclasping as she let her body fall down onto the bed, hands reaching over for the phone as she held it up to her ear and pretended to carry on with an important phone call. “Yes, my husband and I would like the most expensive bottle of fancy wine that you have in room service! Three thousand dollars? Are you sure there isn’t one that’s more expensive, Mr. Michaelson will be insulted if we are served anything less than five.” The sound of a few beeps startled her, quickly hanging it up in fear that someone was actually listening in. “I can’t believe they’re buying all of this. Don’t we look kind of young to be married?” She giggled, sitting herself back up as she looked over at her best friend. 

[fixaticn]

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right back at you tho!

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Hugo sat restlessly on a bench at the local pier, trying to watch the waves instead of scanning the crowd for who his date might be, but ultimately failing. His friends had been frustratingly vague about who they were setting him up with, insisting that it should be a blind date and as such he shouldn’t know anything about them, not even their gender. Hugo had arrived early, as he always does to practically everything, which only left time for his anxiety to build. He checked his phone when he just couldn’t take it any longer to see that they should show up at any moment if they were an on-time kind of person. He hoped they were at least somewhat enjoyable to be around since they’d be spending an evening at the pier together, but he tried not to set any high expectations.

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@ohmaybc based off of 

Nate was anxiously drumming his glass of water. There was a basket of bread between the two plates but they had gotten a little cold. In his nerves he had come fairly early. His brother had told him he knew a guy who knew a guy and asked him to do this for him. So here he is. On a blind date. He knows nothing about his date apart from what he will be wearing to recognise him. He takes a deep breath, eyes searching the room for the right attire. He hopes the bruise on his hand and right cheek bone won’t be a massive put off.