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[her28thyear-a-moved]

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❝ Hey, Rose, can you cool it with the presents??    You’re   going   to   make   August   &   I   look   BAD. ❞

Honestly, Emma was thankful for Rosalie being one of the aunts in her children’s lives ( after all, neither August or Emma had many or any siblings ) --- but aside from Emmett, Emma was having a hard time winning over her children’s affections. They all loved August, Rosalie and the Figueroas better than her. Emma acted like it didn’t bother her, but deep down it actually did just a bit.

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❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ (katrina vantassel)

the man from u.n.c.l.e.

            a horrified expression passed upon her face briefly as she quickly tucked her feet underneath her curled body. her day had been spent in ballet practice, where she was preparing and training for a new movie role. if one gave even the quickest of glances at her bare feet, it was easy to tell the toll they had been under for the past month - parts were rubbed raw, parts were split open, and parts would start bleeding with even the slightest of pokes.

             ❝ - oh, i don’t know … ❞  the most innocent of expressions appeared on her face as she looked around the room, trying to look for any excuse as to what the smell could be. it wasn’t the easiest of feats, because not a single thing looked promising - everything was kept too clean if it could be helped, and not a single thing that could have any type of bad odor was in the room. 

              in the most natural of moves she could muster, marjorie first spelled her armpits - which, thankfully, didn’t smell as bad as she was expecting - but in the quick whiff she caught of her feet, even she was appalled with the stench that filled her nostrils. but she wasn’t willing to give up a small part of her dignity that easily.  ❝ - i actually don’t smell anything right now. maybe if we spray down the room with air freshener? ❞

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Zip Me (novalee nation - you zip)

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They were friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. But Marjorie couldn’t hold back her attraction for forever - but would it be worth jeopardizing their friendship? The words echoed through Marjorie’s mind, like a broken record stuck repeating itself. ❝ Zip me up, please. ❞Sleepovers were a norm between the pair. It was a monthly occurrence. But Novalee had never asked Marjorie to help her dress before. 

An awkward, unsure smile came onto the 23-year-old’s face as she sat up in bed, crawling over towards the edge. Did she look sexy? Did she look like a purple hippo going across the bed? Was she making any kind of impression at all on Novalee? Marjorie cocked her head to the side as she gazed up at Novalee’s backside. She had never realized how tan she was before, or the little freckles that lined up and down her back. The smooth skin, the fresh minty citrus smell that elegantly flowed off her her. It was all enough to make Marjorie shiver for a moment. Marjorie couldn’t help but lean in towards Novalee as she brushed her hair out of her way. That soft, silky brown hair - Marjorie had touched it before, but there had never been this much tension building up inside of her before. Slowly, Marjorie’s fingertips felt their way down the zipper, gently brushing up against the dress and, much to Marjorie’s delight, Novalee’s skin. When they finally came to rest on the zipper, Marjorie almost didn’t want to finish the job. She wanted this moment to last for a lifetime - and another part of her wanted to slip the dress off of Novalee’s shoulders and watch it fall softly into a pile on the floor. With rosy cheeks, Marjorie’s fingers latched onto the zipper, slowly taking their time zipping up the dress, being sure to gently brush up against Novalee all the while, before letting her one hand come to rest softly against Novalee’s hip. 

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❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ (rosalie hale)

the man from u.n.c.l.e.

            an eyebrow arched as her eyes slid over towards her blonde companion. the question was not taken as a slur, and instead, she decided to take it all in good fun. over the course of her internship, marjorie had grown rather close to rosalie - a friendship that, all in all, wasn’t overly surprising. they were both young, they were both considered gorgeous, and they shared some of the same interests. 

              ❝ - i really want to say yes… ❞  marjorie sighed, as her fingers traced around the rim of her nearly empty glass. when she first learned of her internship, the young woman had only hoped of making friendships like these - but she was never certain it would happen; an actress mixed in with the world of politics.

              she knew having a bigger glass, let alone another drink, would be a mistake. as it was she didn’t have a way of getting home. the last thing marjorie wanted was for something to spill out of her mouth that she didn’t want others know. what a mistakethat would be… a deep breath was drawn in as marjorie contemplated her options - she was nearly certain she could trust her blonde friend. but that didn’t mean it was an excuse to get drunk. ❝ - but i don’t think that’s the best thing to do right now. ❞