* 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 / 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 .

𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 dependent for 𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙦 . signed by 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔.

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imess › she devil #ignore

luke: ( file attached : https://66.media.tumblr.com/c101be9bd759c9b9b922a6ea50028f3d/tumblr_protluXc941tg9ln0_1280.jpg )

luke: out of all the drunk pics i've got of you

luke: this is my favourite

luke: maybe this faking it episode isn't that bad

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like this for a closed text msg starter.

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dwarf but make it annoying.

“just out of curiosity, which song was playing when you booked your room?” kyrie inquires, arching an eyebrow. admittedly, the mystery of eroda island just sounded like hogwash to the bottle blonde, but he found it to be entertaining nonetheless. besides, if this person was actually gullible enough to believe in it, he could possibly use it to his advantage. “mine was ‘7 rings’ by ariana grande, and if that’s supposed to imply that my future is all about retail therapy and luxury, i’m definitely not complaining.” 

luke came to the isle with no research whatsoever, but that was nothing new of him but he didn’t expect almost everyone to be so buzzed about the legend that the workers tried to make everyone believe in. luckily, the scottish male was the definition of sceptic - he wouldn’t believe anything until it’s proven & seen with his own eyes. ‘  you don’t think i’d ever tell you anything, let alone something you’d use for your own advantage. try again.  ’

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trust bank.

“ 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔰  𝔱𝔥𝔢  𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢  𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱. ” the girl wasn’t very focused on the conversation at hand either. her mind had been running a mile a minute since checking in and being assigned to a room with not only her fiance , but this other soul as well. in the back of her mind she knew atlas and her weren’t perfect , but at least they were always there for one another. her eyes had been fixated on her own phone , anything for a distraction. “ this place is part of a legend , whatever song is playing when you get your room is supposed to have something to do with the track of your life. “ seri adored music but in this situation , she didn’t really know how to react. when she came to eroda this certainly wasn’t what she thought she would have to face. her eyes finally became unglued from the instagram feed. “ so what was playing for you? ” really she was curious how the whole thing was effecting everyone else. the girl had wasted so much time overthinking her own situation , trying to help someone else through theirs seemed like it would be a nice change.

his phone screen darkening with every second, until it completely shuts off, leaving unread e-mails waiting, possibly for the longer than they’d ever wait. it wasn’t easy to get luke’s attention, especially if he was thrown into his world of e-mails, invitations & shedules but one mention of the legend in which he’d end up not believing either way made him leave his work, a thing that happens one in a million years. his mind goes back to the time when he came to get his keys, the day he’d hear that he has to share a room with one of the guests, the day where he expected to meet an old couple visiting eroda or a fan in his room but instead saw someone most of his songs would focus on. & then he remembers the notes of one of his favourite songs, his facial expression switching from disbelief to a burst of laughter. ‘  lie to me, 5 seconds of summer.  ’ the words hardly leave his mouth. he’s sceptic - that part of him doesn’t even take a possibility like that seriously but some voice inside him makes him re-think this whole situation. ‘  guess who’s my new roommate.  '

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fragile ballerina.

         his  heart  freezes  as  the  other  gives  him  a  new  sense  of  attention.  if  anywhere  else  but  on  stage,  attention  was  something  he  both  lacked  and  thrived  from,  but  something  told  him  his  attention  was  something  he  didn’t  want.  and  definitely  —  there it  is,  the  fear  creeping  under  his  skin.  hazel  eyes  light  up  towards  the  other  as  he  realizes  he  remembers  him,  not  sure  if  he’d  hide  that  anger  that  suddenly  wraps  around  his  heart.  instead,  he  manages  to  salve  himself  from  whatever  trap  the  other  is  setting  —  or  so  he  thinks  “  so  you  do  deem  my  dancing  as  perfect  ?  good  to  know.  “  cherry  lips  curve  in  a  wide  smile,  however  that  joy  is  a mere  facade  and  the  other  would  possibly  see  through  it.  rejection  wasn’t  something  atlas  was  used  to  in  life  —  maybe  because  his  training  had  always  been  consistent  and  long,  since  his  early  childhood,  so  his  technique  was  nothing  else  but  professional.  describe  most  as  light  and  angel-like,  he’d  seen  luke’s  tour  as  somewhat  of  a  cry  of  help,  but  when  facing  such  hard  rejection,  it  caused  doubt  in  his  ability.  but  certainly,  luke  would  never  know  of  his  blank  nights  rehearsing  or  worse,  his  bloody bandaged  feet.

luke’s eyes didn’t leave the sight of atlas’ face for even a tiny second. watching carefully how his features move around, switching emotions & by looking closely, he could peak the fear that he’d stubbornly try to hide. a tilt of his head, he can feel the slight pain on his lips from the long smile he kept but not once did he let it disappear. instead, he merges his hands together, placing them in front of the male on the table while his back rests on the chair. unread e-mails completely out of his attention or memory. ‘  i’d never discredit you, you are a good dancer.  ’ despite what luke might come off as, he’d never stop himself from telling how it is, even if that means complimenting his greatest rival. he believed in crediting & appreciating people, no matter what & who they were. maybe that’s why he didn’t believe he had any rivals - because if anyone disliked him in the business, they wouldn’t ever let him or the public see that. or maybe he just thinks too highly of himself, that’d be much more possible to happen. his face suddenly moves a few inches closer to the dancer, elbows now resting fully on the table. ‘  you are a good dancer, atlas. but you’re not what my team needed,  ’ he stops, letting a soft chuckle as his fingers wrap around the glass of his drink, taking a sip. ‘  i mean, i’m pretty sure you’d start a war in the middle of my show if one of the dancers did a wrong move.  ’

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hair offender.

“no, d– i don’t think i’d be able to come home for the gala this year.” a bored cindy discussed over the phone, manicured fingers twirling a pen while she rolled her eyes. was it really that hard to understand her lack of enthusiasm for this year’s vankirk christmas party? seems like it, since her sister kept on nagging how she still has the chance to take the ceo chair of their dad’s company if only she came back for the holidays. “look,” a fed-up cindy let out, “i really wish i could. i miss daddy so much but i have to shoot this campaign for this app that,” the blonde trailed off, her gaze searching for the missing part of her half-assed excuse until it landed on the person standing close to her table and that’s when it clicked- “tells you when your hair looks like a total mess.”

he wasn’t paying much attention to whatever cindy was saying, his eyes going anywhere but on the blonde - mostly because he didn’t want to make her feel like he’s listening, even though it was boring to stare at the same four walls for the fifth time in the matter of two minutes. his jaw would clench & blue hues focus on the female only at the mention of totally messy hair, just to find her staring back at him. personally offended, luke puts his hand on his chest in dramatical way, his face expressing hurt way too much.  ‘ you’d need that. ’ he mouths, head tilting as suddenly, he becomes way too interested in the conversation.

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fragile ballerina.

           of  all  people,  it  needed  to  be  him.  atlas  just  thinks  the  world  is  against  him  at  this  point,  the  hotel  shoving  him  with  his  fiancé  and  that  …  devil.  it’s  all  they  could  be,  at  this  point.  so  when  he  had  seen  one  of  those  zen  colouring  books  for  sale  in  a  bookshop,  he  didn’t  think  twice.  not  that  it  was  helping  him  right  now,  since  the  man  that  rejected  his  chance  of  escaping  was  sitting  across  from  him.  colourful  strokes  of  pencil  were  a  bit  stronger  as  he  tried  to  calm  down  his  racing  heart,  chewing  plump  cherry  flavoured  lips  as  he  spoke  casually.  casually,  or  at  least  enough  for  the  other  not  notice  him.  bleached  messy  hair  was  glimmering  softly  due  to  the  same  sun,  as  dark  hazel  hues  lifted  from  the  sheet  “  well,  yeah.  the  music  industry  is  very  unpredictable,  you  know  ?  one  song  could  make  or  break  you.  like  for  me,  a  show  could  make  or  break  my  reputation.  but  that’s  how  life  goes.  ain’t  always  fair.  “  the  latter  words  burned  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  as  it  was  told  to  him  in  that  damn  audition.

god  knows  what  luke  would  do  if  he  knew  how  atlas  calls  him  in  his  mind.  the  male  drops  his  phone  on  the  table,  blue  hues  now  completely  paying  attention  to  the  familiar  face  but  he  couldn’t  put  his  mind  on  how  he  knows  him.  at  least  not  until  he  repeated  his  words  -  the  ones  he’d  always  use  to  reject  anyone  who  came  to  his  audition.  in  his  mind,  it  was  something  that  he  could  cheer  them  up  with  -  guess  it  doesn’t  always  work.  upper  lips  raising  in  a  wicked  smile,  the  famous  dimples  forming  in  his  cheeks.  ‘  seems  like  your  memory ...  bitterness,  ’  he  corrects  himself,  smile  growing  wider  as  he  watches  the  boy,  clearly  still  not  over  his  rejection.  almost  like  everyone  that  tried  to  have  a  fling  with  him.  ‘ is  as  perfect  as  your  dancing,  atlas,  right? ’  if  anything,  there’s  no  chance  that  luke  would  ever  discredit  someone’s  abilities  -  &  atlas  was  filled  with  talent  from  head  to  toes,  but  he  was  not  something  luke  was  looking  for  in  his  team  &  the  rejection  was  unavoidable.

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she devil.

Feeling the light breeze against her face, the blonde sipped from her fourth mojito, even though she had stopped counting a few hours ago. She was impatient and didn’t understand how someone could spend hours lying under a scorching sun when you could spend twenty minutes in a tanning bed and get the same effect. But she was determined to get a natural tan by the end of her vacation, so Viviana spent the last 3 hours lying in one of the chairs in front of the hotel pool. After asking the bartender for another mojito, she put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, feeling her skin burn slightly. With darkness invading her sight, the blonde snorted, sensing someone’s presence. “You’re blocking my sun,” Taking off her sunglasses and sitting down, she stared at the person who was disturbing for the first time. “I hope you have a good reason to disrupt my tanning,” she said crossing her arms.

after  being  randomly  set  up  to  share  a  room  with  his  ex  because  of  course  he’d  be  lucky  enough  to  have  hotel  staff  run  out  of  hotel  rooms  right  when  he  comes  to  rest,  luke  tries  to  stay  away  from  the  place  for  as  long  as  he  can  &  preferably,  comes  back  when  his  ex  girlfriend  is  asleep.  the  scottish  male  was  sightseeing  around  the  isle  ..  or  more  like,  hotel  resort.  he  wouldn’t  even  pay  attention  to  her  nor  that  he  was  accidentaly  blocking  someone  from  sun,  until  the  annoying  voice  rang  in  his  ears.  he  had  to  take  a  step  back  to  make  sure  his  trip  can’t  be  that  bad  &  have  her  around  as  well.  ‘  tell  me  this  is  your  last  day  &  i  will  never  see  you  again  here.  ’

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sun  was  hitting  luke’s  fair  cheekbones  &  catching  his  sky  blue  eyes,  making  them  flicker.  he  was  sipping  on  his  drink,  phone  in  his  other  hand  as  he  was  scrolling  through  his  emails  -  not  even  letting  himself  rest  for  a  day.  he  was  having  a  conversation  with  the  other,  not  even  once  bothering  to  look  at  them  &  clearly  too  busy  to  mind  their  company,  but  he  was  paying  attention.  suddenly,  his  hues  drop  from  the  phone  screen  to  the  figure  on  the  other  side  of  the  small  table,  eyebrows  frowning.  ‘  pause.  what  do  you  mean  my  life  could  depend  on  a  song?  ’  confused  look  on  his  face  ;  he  was  already  mad  enough  the  hotel  staff  suddenly  ran  out  of  rooms  &  he  had  to  share  his  with  his  ex  girlfriend,  hence  why  he  tried  to  avoid  it  as  much  as  he  could.

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i’ve updated luke’s stats page just to make it more fancy & u can also get the vibe of his music. i’ll update w more connections later bc i got lazy & i just wanna rp.

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brooklyn nine-nine: moments [10/ ∞]

Maybe you’re not thinking this through. Says the woman who’s been engaged eight times. Uh, but never married once. Game, set, match – Linetti.

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ʚ♡⃛ɞ LUCAS ‘LUKE’ WAYLAND, the TWENTY TWO guest of ROOM 231 associated with LIE TO ME by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER. this PANSEXUAL / PANROMANTIC GEMINI already made the staff think they are IMPULSIVE, REBELLIOUS & LOUD but if you get closer, they are definitely CHARMING, AMBITIOUS & STRAIGHTFORWARD. maybe that’s why SOUND OF LAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT 3AM, EMPTY BOTTLES OF WINE ON THURSDAY NIGHT, LIPS FORMED INTO A SMILE THAT WILL CHARM HIS WAY OUT OF THE TROUBLE & PAGES RIPPED FROM HIS NOTEBOOK AND THROWN INTO THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM AS A RESULT OF HIS FRUSTRATION WHILE WRITING SONGS always reminds me of them in the middle of the night.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨…

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ʚ♡⃛ɞ LUCAS ‘LUKE’ WAYLAND, the TWENTY TWO guest of ROOM 231 associated with LIE TO ME by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER. this PANSEXUAL / PANROMANTIC GEMINI already made the staff think they are IMPULSIVE, REBELLIOUS & LOUD but if you get closer, they are definitely CHARMING, AMBITIOUS & STRAIGHTFORWARD. maybe that’s why SOUND OF LAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT 3AM, EMPTY BOTTLES OF WINE ON THURSDAY NIGHT, LIPS FORMED INTO A SMILE THAT WILL CHARM HIS WAY OUT OF THE TROUBLE & PAGES RIPPED FROM HIS NOTEBOOK AND THROWN INTO THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM AS A RESULT OF HIS FRUSTRATION WHILE WRITING SONGS always reminds me of them in the middle of the night.

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