Taylor Cassidy.

Twenty-three year old court reporter and Brooklyn resident.

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‘‘–I mean besides the daily stress of this job and me wanting to rip my hair out? I’m doing.. just fantastic.’‘ It was true, he had been up to his head in paperwork and case files but seeing Taylor did put a smile on his face. He had paused for a moment to look her up and down briefly before looking back down at the files on his desk. ‘‘Of course its okay. What would.. make you think its not okay? I like your company.’‘

A somewhat shy grin made way onto Taylor’s face upon Dominic telling her it was okay, so she stepped a little bit closer to his desk, nervously fiddling with her fingers. But when she’d noticed she was doing so, she abruptly stopped, clearing her throat quietly. She didn’t want him seeing that she was nervous. “Fantastic? That’s good. Fantastic is good,” she responded, with a slow nod of her head. “I just wanted to make sure, you know? ‘Cause if you didn’t want me here I’d...” She used her thumb to point behind her, towards the door. “...go.” Why was she acting so awkward? Maybe it was because she had given up on denying her feelings for him. He’d been on her mind a lot since they saw each other. It’s not like she wanted him to be, but she couldn’t possibly do a thing about it. The girl wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop feeling bad for what’d happened years ago. “I’m doing good too. Not that you asked, but. I’m good. Great, even. Just looking forward to the work day being over soon, if I’m honest.”

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Connor: you bet it's good!!!

Connor: I got a callback for a lead in a broadway show!!!

Connor: MY DREAMS

Taylor: Whoa whoa whoa!!!!!

Taylor: Congratulations, wowie! I'm so excited for you???

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chris-brotherton

“Yeah, doesn’t sound like the ideal job that would need an assistant. Ah well. Can’t hurt to ask.” He shrugged, taking a big long sip of his cocktail and watching her try the cake. “Cake and alcohol seem to be the best medicine for now. I’ll go and actually apply to things soon enough. But for now I want to be miserable and complain.” He grinned slightly.

“Definitely apply for anything you can,” the girl suggested, after having swallowed her first bite. It was never okay to talk with her mouth full, at least in her personal opinion. Probably because the family who’d adopted her taught her manners. A quiet laugh escaped her as she nodded her head, fingertips gently tapping against the tabletop. “You be miserable and complain all you want, you’re totally allowed.” Somehow, she’d stopped herself from stuffing a huge forkful into her mouth, instead going for another small one. Controlling herself around cake was hard. 

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text // taylor

Shelby: Get your cute butt over right now. We can't be friends until we've watched Black Panther together.

Taylor: Can I get an address, please? I'm so down, even though you're a total stranger.

[wcrriorxking]

@tay-cassidy

‘‘Doors open.’‘ He calls out from behind his desk, looking through the files. When he looks up, his brows raise and he sets the file to the side. ‘‘– Hey. Whats up?’‘

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It was weird, even the idea of visiting Dom at work. But since seeing him for the first time, for the first time in four years, just a few days ago, he’d been on her mind a little more than she would’ve liked to admit. Quietly, she cleared her throat, arms crossing loosely over her chest. She’d been dressed in a long sleeved navy blue dress, work friendly of course, but not something that went past her knees or anything. “Uh,” she started, pursing her lips a little bit. “I just wanted to stop in. See how you’re doing. We haven’t really spoken much since seeing each other and I just... yeah. Wanted to check in. Is that okay?” She felt weird. Awkward, even. Maybe this was a mistake. Part of her wanted to back up, walk out, and go back to her building, but her feet wouldn’t move. Crazy how she'd just learned how closely they work to each other.

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Shelby: Did I ever tell you about the time a guy in my class looked me in the eye and said Black Panther was overrated? I was so mad that I told him every action movie with a white male lead is overrated. I was the one who ended up leaving in tears because I'm way too sensitive, but it was probably the greatest moment of my life.

Taylor: Honestly, I've never seen Black Panther.

Taylor: But you go girl, standing up for what you believe in!

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“Is anyone in this goddamn city hiring? I’m so tired of my receptionist job. I’ll even work as your assistant. Need someone to style you? Walk around and tell you that you look good? I can schedule your appointments for you. I’m really good at it.” Christian put his cocktail down on the table with a heavy sigh, picking up his fork. “I’m definitely going to need another drink. And more of this cake. Please join me.” 

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“First of all, I could never say no to cake,” the girl pondered aloud, grabbing a seat and scooting towards the man sitting down, excitedly picking up her fork as she, with her other hand, brought her glass of beer to her mouth. “If only I needed an assistant, though. I’m not sure you’d be able to do much as a court reporters assistant...” A small frown made way onto her face, for his sake, placing her glass down, though she immediately felt a little happier upon taking her first bite. Heavenly. She wished she could help him somehow.

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Connor: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! oh my god! Big news! Big news! Maybe life-changing news! Well not quite yet. But on the road to life-changing! I am weeping holy moly me oh my!!!!!!!!!!

Taylor: What's this big big life-changing news you're so excited about?

Taylor: Got me on the edge of my seat now!!!

Taylor: It's gotta be good if you've pulled the "holy moly me oh my!!!!!!!!!!

[emmyloustew]

Dee sat in her happy space, a little, secret rooftop garden on 14th Street. It was hard to get access up there, but Dee had managed to charm the Security Guard time and again, allowing her a quick trip up to the top of the building. She made it a space of her own, her writing sanctuary. She had her guitar, but she was working on a piano melody… without a piano. Looking up, she met someone’s eyes. And not the eyes of the guard. “Um… sorry. What are you doing up here?”

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Sometimes, Taylor had found herself wandering different places in the city. Spending some alone time where there wouldn’t be many people gave the woman some peace of mind. Today, however, there was a girl there, playing on her guitar. She made it her business not to stand too close by, not wanting to come across as weird, or to make her feel uncomfortable. But then she made brief eye contact with her, and offered a polite grin. “Why are you apologizing? Don’t stop for my sake. I just like to wander off places sometimes. I can go somewhere else if you’d feel more comfortable that way, though. I don’t mean to be of any bother. You won’t even know I’m here!” She took a few steps back, ready to turn on her heels and go elsewhere, or at least move to the opposite side of the rooftop.

[dailydeutch]

laurenandersen: Mi amore in #dior #zoeydeutch

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dcminicstcne

Honestly part of him didn’t know why he was doing this. There was still that one part that was mad, and that never got over the hurt from being dumped by her and he should have some anger against her, right? How come he has the urge to kiss that grin off her face ? He stood there silent for a few moments, eyes narrowing as he surveyed her and that’s finally when he took that step forward again a hand moving to the back of her head to pull her in for another deep kiss, not wanting to break it apart this time– to SAVOR the familiar feelings of her lips against his and the way her body felt. But.. once again reality came in and he was reminded of what she had done. ‘’–No, nope. I’m.. not doing this again. I’m still.. I should hate you for breaking up with me the way you did.’’ He pointed, pacing back and forth to try and clear his thoughts and MAINLY to avoid any eye contact with her.

For a few moments, Dominic had just stood there, watching Taylor, and she almost didn’t know what to do with herself. What was he even staring at anyway? She was still trying to catch her breath considering how caught off guard he’d taken her only a minute ago. Things were still a little hazy from when he’d closed the space between their mouths that first time, and Taylor almost found herself gasping against his lips, but she stayed quiet, both of her hands moving this time to rest against either side of his face, heart-rate instantaneously picking up at the familiar feeling of his lips, his familiar taste, the mere fact he’d even kissed her in the first place... and twice, no less. The girl leaned into him, returning his second kiss more confidently this time. But then he’d pulled away almost abruptly, and she sort of gasped quietly, out loud, this time for real.  A lump formed in her throat at the reminder he’d thrown her way, as if she hadn’t been stuck with the constant reminder each day. “Dom,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t even look at him straight in the eye for a moment. Then, she decided to suck it up, trying to find his gaze, but it’s like he was purposely avoiding looking at her. “Please stop pacing. You’re making me fucking nervous,” she told him, a sigh falling from her mouth. “Look... fuck, Dominic, I know I messed up. I know that. There’s no excuse for my actions, and I’m not looking to make one, but just... can you hear me out for a minute? Please? And then I’ll leave you alone. You won’t have to see me ever again if you don’t want to.” Those words even stung Taylor herself. She wanted to see him again. Seeing him today had thrown so many different feelings into the mix once again. “Things were... things were so difficult then. We were nineteen. Life was busy. I was going to school, stressed out, worried about you--- very much in love...” The girl shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip for a minute... still trying to keep that composure of hers. “You have no idea how hard that was for me. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. I had the chance to concentrate on my studies, get the shit done I needed to. And then I never heard from you again and figured you despised me...” Her words sorta faded, and she found herself leaning her back against the brick building again. “Hell, I despised me, so I couldn’t possibly blame you. Who the fuck lets go of the love of their life like that?” 

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fckoffelle

Dammit. Maybe this was a bad idea. It had been half their life since they saw their younger sister. The fact they were only half-siblings had never mattered to them. Their opposing skin colours had never mattered to them. Taylor had been Elle’s world, something they would do anything for. And Taylor had been ripped away without a care in the world. Why the hell were they standing here, let someone who could be a stranger, bring up such things? “I’m good.” It wouldn’t do t get too comfortable too quickly. “When you were six years old, we snuck out of the house so we could go to the fair down the street. I won you a stuffed toy from one of them games. What was the toy?” It was a silly question, yet it was one only Taylor would know. It was something Elle talked about to the public. They didn’t really talk about any such things to the public. They knew nothing from before their move to New York. There was no way they’d know unless they were their Taylor.

The more moments had passed, the more awkward Taylor had felt just sitting there, while her possible half-sibling stood before her, not wanting to sit down. Quietly, she sight. But suddenly her stomach flipped at the mention of that very scenario she often thought about---the night they’d snuck out, their urge to just be free for a little bit having strong, having been all they wanted, and Elle had promised Taylor that night that everything would be okay, that she would be kept protected. “The giraffe,” the woman took next to no time to answer them. “You won me a stuffed  giraffe. Gypsy the Giraffe. Holy shit,” words having escaped a little louder than she’d meant to, but she immediately shot up from her spot in the booth. It had really been them. Somehow, she knew it. Taylor had had this hunch.

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dcminicstcne

That usual cockiness & confident attitude he always wore? Gone. It was like it completely vanished when he had saw her again, and he didn’t know how to take it. It took him back to when he first met her, how he was that stuttering mess and honestly he could’ve smacked himself. Dominic’s hand remained on the small of her back as he kept on walking along with her, and honestly he… he couldn’t handle it. Dominic had guided her into a near-by alley and he turned to press her against the wall, leaning down to place a slow kiss on her lips. He had remained close by to savor it though, just the feeling of her body against his, and the way her lips felt. But once he needed air, he pulled away slowly and had started to take a slow step back. ‘’–Sorry.. I just– didn’t… I kinda..’’ He trailed off, once again only shrugging.

As Taylor walked, she did what she could to, like, completely avoid eye contact with Dominic. She was afraid if she looked into his eyes again that she wouldn’t be able to deny any of the feelings she felt were present. His hand on the small of her back was already a lot for her to handle. Their direction seemed to take a detour when he wound up guiding her into an alley and pressing her against the side of a brick building, and briefly, she got scared. Was he trying to hurt her? This wasn’t the Dominic she’d remembered. She then cussed herself out for even thinking such a thing, because he had always been so sweet and gentlemanly. And then... she was caught off guard by the kiss he planted upon her. Taylor’s eyes didn’t even close right away out of shock, but she soon let them flutter closed, letting her water bottle fall to the ground. It may have rolled somewhere, she didn’t know, but in the moment, she didn’t care as she returned the completely unexpected kiss, leaning forward a little bit as one of her hands rested upon the back of his neck. He’d then pulled back and she stood there, sorta stunned, lips parted in surprise. There were definitely still sparks between the two. One thing’s for sure, she hadn’t walked out of her house for her daily jog thinking, today will be a good day to run into my ex-boyfriend and get kissed. “No, it’s...” she began, nibbling on her bottom lip, a small grin breaking through. “It’s okay, Dom. I just--wasn’t expecting it. But it’s okay. I, uh... it was good.” Her cheeks went a little red, and she found herself becoming a little shy.

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Do you think we could’ve made it?“ She quietly asks him. He looks over at her, tracing every feature of her face like he had a million times before, and as his heart begins to beat to the rhythm of her short breaths, he turns away.  “Yeah,” He barely whispers. “Yeah, I think we could have.

E. Grin, we met at the wrong time (via written-in-pen)

@dcminicstcne

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Dominic let out a nervous laugh and he moved to put a hand on her shoulder, running up and down her arm. ‘’Listen, I–I’m sorry for saying that. I’m sorry,  know things.. Things are kind of a little awkward..Just a tad bit, and I’m– really sorry for that.’’ ‘Sorry for wanting to kiss you and have my way with you in an alley’ He thought to himself and moved to run a hand along his face, putting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her in the opposite direction. ‘’Just two blocks down.’’ 

That nervous laugh of Dominic’s said a lot, in Taylor’s opinion. Part of her wondered why, exactly, he felt nervous. But then again, that was a stupid thought. Why wouldn’t he feel nervous?They were each standing before someone they’d previously seen naked, someone whom they’d been in love with, and it’s clear there was this sort of... tension, in the air. His sudden movement of rubbing his hands up and down her arms made her swallow hard, though she did what she could not to make any sudden facial expressions or sudden inhalations, because she wasn’t trying to give away her own nerves. His skin was soft, though. Stop, Tay. You need to stop. “Two blocks down? Okay, cool, let’s uh... go.” Taylor turned on the heels of her sneakers and began putting one foot in front of the other, cheeks slightly flushed. 

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fckoffelle

It took a lot to get Elle nervous. Genuine, hand shaking, unstoppable pacing, nervous. Yet, right now, that’s what they were. It was ridiculous really. It was probably just some fan wanting to get attention. The chance of it really being their sister was next to none. No, they weren’t going to hope. In this situation, hope could just make it worse. They stopped outside the diner, running a hand through their hair. As they adjusted it, trying to get the short strands just right, they knew they were procrastinating. Either way, they weren’t sure they were ready for what was inside. Stepping inside, their eyes wondered around until they landed on the one person they could be meeting. No. No. It couldn’t be. Swallowing thickly, they walked over. Stopping at the booth, they shoved their hands into the pockets of their jeans. “So you claim you’re my sister. That’s pretty big claim.” And yet, looking at you, I think it’s true.

The longer Taylor sat in the booth, the crazier she started to feel over this entire situation. How stupid could she be, thinking that some random person in a magazine could really be someone she was related to? Maybe she only saw what she wanted to. What if this entire thing was a mistake? She started to panic... especially when she saw them walk in through the door. Too late to make a run for it? Yeah. Taylor found herself pursing her lips nervously when they looked in her direction. In person, they looked a lot more familiar, especially as they walked closer, and she started to feel like maybe this wasn’t a whole big mistake. For a moment, she couldn’t talk, but only stared. Not, like, uncomfortably or anything---at least she hoped she wouldn’t make them feel uncomfortable, that would be the least of her intentions. Finally, she parted her lips to speak, hoping her voice wouldn’t come out, like, choppy, or super nervous. “I do claim I’m your sister,” she began, offering them a polite grin, though she was surprised she could even manage. “You have the same first name as my childhood sibling before we were separated and truly? You look so familiar.” Taylor just hoped she didn’t sound crazy. “You wanna take a seat?”

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dcminicstcne

"–Come home with me?’‘ He asks, brows raising with a bit of uncertainty in his tone. ‘‘Not to like– shit, um.. Do what you’re thinking, but just so I can get a shirt on and we can figure this whole thing out? I wouldn’t ask you to come home with me to have sex, unless you really wanted to. ‘‘ Okay, hit the rewind button back t sophomore year to where he was a rambling nervous mess like he is now. God, Dominic wanted to slap himself out of this nervous act to show she still didn’t have an effect on him and to remind himself that SHE HAD broken up with him. Dominic took a deep breath and ran a hand along his face before he continued again, brows raising. ‘‘… So, just come by and wait for me to get a shirt on then we can go get coffee?’‘

Surprise came over Taylor at his invitation. Only five minutes after being back into contact with one another and he was... inviting her over. It’s not like she’d really minded. In fact, it sounded kind of nice. Though, the idea for some reason filled the woman with an intense feeling of guilt over what’d happened. She could only imagine how things would have been if she’d never broken things off four years ago. Would they have still been together? Would things have been good? Would they have been going strong, maybe on the road to marriage? God. Thinking about it made her pulse speed up and she had no idea how to stop it. This wasn’t normal, feeling things so long after breaking things off, was it? Her expression turned to an amused one. Taylor would tell how nervous Dominic seemed. It was heartwarming, almost, but she mentally told herself not to feel that way. Like that’d work. “That’s... not even what I thought of, so don’t worry about it. Relax, Dom. I promise it’s all okay.” Her words were somewhat comforting, and she reached forward to give his bare shoulder a little squeeze of reassurance. “But yeah, I’m down, I’ll wait while you put on a shirt.” She quickly pulled her hand back, briefly rocking back and forth on her heels in her own fit of nerves. “Which direction are we goin’ in?” Eager to get going, she was.