#realambitchous

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⎾ ✧ ° ｡ ⦙ BLONDIE ⏌

AIDEN: gosh i keep having dreams about when i was in the marines ...

AIDEN: i don't need to be remembering that .. but now i can't sleep

AIDEN: wanna stay up with me if you are even up. we can talk but i just can't go back to sleep now

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⎾ ✧ ° ｡ ⦙ DREAMLOVER ⏌

VERONICA: so i saw the photos that you took of me when i was sleeping . . .

VERONICA: thats kind of creepy but your good. despite me being the one you took them of but still

[trepidatiions-archive]

( &&. @realambitchous .

          some relationships within those FORGOTTEN years have been severed while a small selected few had been able to keep up a decent connection with oaklynn. those army buddies of her’s kept in contact, often sharing memories of their time overseas in HOPES of triggering something within the brunette, but nothing came to. instead of resuming her position in the military, she pursued her own PASSION; writing. there were a few SUCCESSFUL novels here and there, some NOTABLE published pieces in the newspaper, and before her eyes, she was running one of the biggest news agencies in the world. the new titled garnered her a hefty income and a paparazzi gold mine given her backstory. though the RICH lifestyle caused her new social circle to  consistently ask of her love life and any potential spouses. after much evading, the writer grew DESPERATE and had her personal assistant arrange a convenient set up for some broke college kid to live with her under the fake title of serious girlfriend. as she waited for this person to be escorted into her penthouse suit, oaklynn was in her library, going through a few books until a tentative knock resonated through the space, a ripple of NERVES breaking as she turned around hoping that the stranger wouldn’t be a catfish, ' sorry about the mess,  i haven’t been back home in weeks, but hello, i’m----’ but what she saw once she finally made eye contact with the stranger was enough to have her RUNNING for the hills.

[trackmind]

@realambitchous !

          she was absolutely FURIOUS, hot tears streaming down her face like waterfalls as her insides fumed with anger, the phone in her hands being tossed to the other hand of the sofa as she punched the nearby pillows. her head an heart are playing a war that’s bound to leave only one loser     herself     but she’s not about to let that happen, not when she’s manages to get through so much. reese feels the need to shut it all out, like she has in the past few months, and so she resorts to her so called friends. it’s well past midnight and the female is well past drunk, yet that doesn’t seem to stop her from getting in the car to drive ; at first just because, although deep down she knew damn well where she was going. “          heeeeey. wassup?” the redhead questions, clearly intoxicated, once damien finally opens the door after she’s been ringing his bell for a solid five minutes. 

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&& @realambitchous / nicki minaj - grand piano

             “am i just a fool? blind and stupid for loving you...” she wondered aloud. scout wasn’t outgoing, she was shy and reserved and this was the first time she was actually loving someone real, not a book or a movie character or someone else she could never get. “the people are talking, the people are saying that you have been playing my heart like a grand piano. --- have you?”

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&& @realambitchous / based off the fifth plot from here

             they used to be friends, best friends even, before the other left and they lost touch. he never had a friend like them before, someone who was friends with all the cool kids but also him. that was such a long time ago, but now that they were back in his life it felt like nothing had changed. except the way micah felt about them. after their reunion it didn’t take him long to realize that he might be in love with the other. “i’m really glad you’re back. -- hey, you never really told me what brought you back.”

[trackmind]

@realambitchous​ !

         "so, let me see if i get this straight        i’ve been out for a solid two months, and this is how you greet me?” his arms are crossed over his chest but, despite his feigned bafflement, blake is far from exasperated. in fact, there’s a hint of a faint smile threatening to burst into his features as he speaks. “i think i deserve a WARMER welcome, don’t you?

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–– ❛ + @realambitchous !

          he’s so straightforward to people that he likes not speaking with many people. he likes to see them all FRIGHTENED when he walks into the room. he knows he’s attractive but not everyone attractive will be right in the head, especially not rafferty. he knows what he does and he knows how secretive he may be with his other activities. the nightclub is the perfect cover up, even if he has to charm a few individual here and there ( even though it hurts for him but anything is better safe than sorry ). whatever, he always thinks when he enters into the nightclub with such a force smile. his piercing blue eyes wandering around to see any familiar individual whom he may have crossed paths with before or even his targets. he often wonders how his nightclub has even managed to stay open with his lack of effort into being here on a daily basis but his manager seems to be working their magic with people. now heading to the bar, after observing the place for a moment, rafferty slide up to the only post beside some form of an individual. he figured if anyone else would be watching his moves, because you can never be all so sure, he had to play it off. ‘ hey, first time here? ‘