#threads: magda.

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@richlust

“holy shit.” magda grinned, delighted gaze scanning the lobby of the hotel. “this place is fucking amazing.” pointed looks from the night clerks went unnoticed as she allowed herself to be led towards a sleek set of elevators. “didn’t know you were so fancy,” she teased, slipping a hand under the jacket of his suit to touch his chest suggestively. it was a lie, of course. the car had been a major tip-off. the tailored clothes, yet another one. still, she hadn’t exactly been expecting him to bring her somewhere nice. in her experience, the richest clients were some of the most stingy. she just hoped that wasn’t the case with him.

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@wildinvite​

“i’m starting to think this witchcraft thing is highly overrated. i tried to put a curse on my ex last tuesday and literally nothing has happened. you’d think he’d at least, i don’t know, break out in hives?” 

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@gvngsigns​

it had been two and a half weeks since magda and valentina had last spoken. it was the longest they’d ever gone without talking, even longer than the time in tenth grade when valentina had spilled beer all over magda’s favorite sweater. she missed her best friend so badly it was driving her insane, and even though she was still hurt, she couldn’t stand fighting anymore. magda sent a text asking val to come over, and she waited impatiently by the door until she spotted the blonde. she answered the door with a tense expression, swallowing hard as she stepped back to let valentina in. “hey.” a very underwhelming greeting, but she wasn’t exactly at her most articulate with her stomach in knots. “how...how are you?”

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@vilains​

“girls like me?” eyebrows shot up. “excuse me, but what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

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@murderotics​

the more the man lingered in her space, the more magda started to feel uneasy. soon her eyes were scanning their surroundings for club security, but there was no one in sight. just as she was beginning to panic, she felt a heavy, clammy hand on her thigh and recoiled. “don’t touch me!” 

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@brvghts​

if magda hadn’t already been feeling miserable about the wedding, she certainly was now. years of buried feelings for each other had culminated in her and fallon hooking up only a few nights before the bachelorette party, and they hadn’t properly talked since. she was nursing a drink (her fourth), staring bitterly at her best friend as she chatted away with the other bridesmaids. it was as if nothing had happened. the thought made her sick to her stomach, and she set her glass down on the bar with a loud thud, turning on her heel and disappearing out the back door. the alley smelled disgusting, despite the swankiness of the venue they’d chosen for the party, and magda bent over, dry heaving for a minute before she felt the nausea pass. it was then that she registered a presence behind her and turned to see fallon standing there. “what do you want?” she asked bluntly. 

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@niieve​

the closer she and poppy got, the more magda started to panic. well, it wasn’t panic exactly; more like dread. neither of them were being completely honest with each other, and it spelled disaster. at some point, there would be trouble, but it was hard to be cautious when poppy was...well, poppy. it was impossible not to be fond of her, even if magda knew they were lying to each other half the time. if only she knew when and what the truth was; if only she could be sure which things were lies and which things were real. the smile on the other girl’s face looked real enough, the two of them taking turns tossing cherries into each other’s mouths like children as they sat outside a cafe in the sun. deception aside, this summer was one of the best magda had ever had. “so what are your plans this fall?” she asked, picking up another pair of cherries and separating them from their stems. “are you staying in town?” 

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@gvngsigns​

“your cousin’s acting like a cunt, just so you know. she’s convinced her cop boyfriend is like, her knight-in-shining-armor or some shit.” magda’s tone was bitter, heart aching as she recalled the argument she’d had with her best friend. “oh, and she thinks you’d sell us out for ric in a heartbeat, but i guess she’s right about that one, huh?”