𝑯𝑰𝑻 & 𝓇𝓊𝓃

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do you have a grudge against anyone? if so, why?

“a few,” warner answered simply, hating to elaborate. the liquor in him did entice him to throw in an extra, “my dad for starters.”

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junobean‌:

if juno had her way, an adoring mob of fans would run into her arms every time she so much as walked into a public bathroom - but delusions of grandeur were par for the course in the bean family, and she could hardly mask the disappointment on her face when no horde of admirers were perched at the door awaiting her arrival to the bar. scuffed white cowboy boots slugging their way to the bar counter, she plopped down and drawled out her order like a chore, hardly noticing when her bag tumbled to the floor, the contents of which spilled across the dirty linoleum. “fuck.”

warner stayed standing for the moment, merely looking at the bag on the ground and all of its spilled contents. “you know they have hooks for that, right?” he replied dryly as he pointed beneath the bar. there weren’t many and they blended in with the paint, but coat hooks rested under the counter top. after one more glance towards the bar, and finally coming to terms with the fact that the bartender had no intentions of coming this way for quite some time, warner abandoned prioritizing his need for a drink and instead knelt down to help collect all that had toppled over. “how much shit can you fit in there?” he asked curiously, handing over the first few items. “it’s like fucking mary poppins.”

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imessage - warner & luca

luca: i mean ur definition of whiny is like nothing compared to mine so yanno probably

luca: posted baloney

luca: billy joel is king tho. and nirvana

luca: ohh? cute or?

warner: dont disrespect austin like that

warner: and queen. and bowie. and about twenty others im not going to list bc obvious

warner: i wldn't have been with her if she wasnt

warner: give me sm credit bro

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imessage - warner & luca

luca: i've been listening to the same three songs on repeat for like five hours this isn't healthy

luca: how was your day? :)

warner: pls tell me its not that whiny suicidal music again

warner: u need some post malone

warner: thrw in some bill jyoel while ur at it

warner: better than urs apparently

warner: went on a "date" with a omega mu

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colorme-stasia‌:

“how would you know? you haven’t seen what’s under all this.” she said, gesturing to herself with a laugh. “I could have patches of blue skin with green hairs popping out of it. or I could have a really awful tattoo. like, just penises everywhere. then where would I be? having to find gifts again. c’mon warner.” stasia lightly shoved him with her free hand. dark eyes rolled as he complained. “you’re literally a five year old. also, make fun of fun. or nate ruess  again  in my car and I’ll throw you out on the side of a cliff.” though all in a joking tone, audio wasn’t a matter taken lightly for stasia. since the synesthesia set in, noise dictated her life. certain music, certain sounds in general, would elicit large blocks of color that could swallow her whole vision. music she used to love was now impractical to listen to. but when she found a band or a musician who only caused light puffs of color, simple and harmless, she cherished them. “I don’t think she’d be too mad.” hands turned as she entered the dorm parking lot. “she might like that you’re not trying to fufill your friends slash rachel fantasy, ya know? you won’t randomly say “we were on a break!” before you stick it in.”

“right, how could i forget about the penis explosion on your rib cage,” warner remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. a reaction that only continued as stasia did. “five, really? well, at least i’m able to keep my hands to myself. you are going to be able to control yourself during this movie or, like, should i be worried?” he teased, looking over at her with a smug look on his face. a handsome devil indeed. “exactly. like, i’d obviously quote we’re the millers. no regerts, baby.”

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philcmena‌:

“would you prefer having no eyes?” out of context it might’ve sounded like a vague threat - but from philly, it was a genuine question, an attempt of understanding more of where he was coming from … in her own way. philly blinked at his tone - thought, briefly, that his comment might’ve been a jab at her, though she didn’t linger on that for long. “i feel when people are spacey they’re not really looking - their eyes are there, but they’re not.”

“no, what the fuck.” warner shook his head, thrown off by the question itself and then by the image it put in his head. he knew she was weird but this was a layer he didn’t need. what he needed was a drink to wash away the image. “makes sense. you’re definitely not all there, are ya? i mean, clearly.”

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annabcll‌:

“sign my petition?” she had sat herself down at a makeshift ‘booth’ on the campus quad - a fold-able table consisting of a green tablecloth thrown over it and scattered confetti bits, like sprinkles atop an ice cream sundae - her cherry was, of course, the clipboard she’d begun to slide over with the tip of her pointer finger, chin resting atop the palm of her other hand as she leaned forward. “i’ll make it worth your while. free tarot reading, fortune told - handie in a Starbucks bathroom, i’m not picky.”

with a combination hand-slap-back-pat, warner and his fraternity brother parted ways, with warner headed in the direction on the house. one of the worst parts about the quad were the makeshift tables. the people were worse than they guys at mall kiosks. an opinion made even greater once warner saw who sat behind this particular booth. “yea, i doubt herpes is his style,” warner remarked, sliding up next to the other kid. his fingers toyed with a piece of confetti, waiting for it to stick to his fingertip before flicking it off in the direction of anna’s face. “you sure you’re working the table right now and not the streets?”

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colorme-stasia‌:

“ugh, yeah add him in too. gorgeous man.” eyes on the road but attention clearly on the conversation. “valentines day is going to be really expensive at this rate. but I should be getting some awesome gifts considering the money these men make.” soon realizing his hands were fiddling with the radio, stasia took one hand off the wheel to bat it away. “nuh uh. I don’t care if you’re the queen of england. you don’t mess with my car. or my music. unless you want me to throw you out right now.” she said with a smirk. a press of the button brought back the indie rock music, fingers lightly turning the volume up just to spite him. “I feel like everyone is in love with jennifer aniston. like, you cannot be human unless you think she’s attractive.”

“just save your money and get one set of lingerie; they’ll all enjoy it. trust me. valentine’s is a bullshit holiday anyway. better off saving it for christmas or hanukkah or whatever.” warner pulled his hand back as she swatted at it. his eyes narrowed at her denying him free range of the stereo, but they narrowed even further at her choice in music. “i’m sorry for trying to help you cultivate a taste in music that doesn’t make people’s ears bleed. what is this crap?” he gestured towards the radio as he sulked back into his seat. “fair.” he lulled his head against the headrest, looking off to the side to stare out the car window. “do you think she’ll hold it over me that i haven’t watched friends? cause i’m really only down to sell my soul a little bit.”

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lanajvmeson‌:

Shifting her weight from one foot to another, Lana resisted the urge to frown. Instead, she clutched a limp fist around the strap of her bag, aimlessly clenching tighter like that’d provide some source of comfort. “I’m–… I mean, I’m good at that, sometimes,” she attempted, eyes flitting to catch those of a passing freshman that couldn’t seem to keep from gawking at the pair of them. Sticking her tongue out so fast that you’d blink and miss it, she let out a soft breath at the way he almost tripped over his shoes and faced her stare back forwards. “I can actually be a pretty good friend, I… think. Or not… bad, anyway. Like, I can do more than just…” trailed off, wetting her lips like she couldn’t quite bring herself to finish. With a shake of her head, she scuffed the sole of her boot along the stone, crunching up gravel. “Okay, well… Sorry. I guess I’ll, like… leave you to it, or whatever.”

warner closed his eyes for a breath before shaking his head, the left to right movements kept so minuscule you might miss it. “i meant not talking,” warner corrected, keeping his tone one-note. friendship wise — as far back as that was — he couldn’t remember many faults. getting back there felt impossible, though. warner held grudges and pain close to the chest. “but, sure. whatever.” he looked off to the side and took a step back. he’d initially planned on heading back to the frat but, fuck, did he need a drink now. “i’m going to leave. have a good one... i guess.” another step back. his eyebrows raising for a short second. “maybe try letting the freshmen fend for themselves.”

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gabefm‌:

“ you have a strong opinion on this and i should be offended, but no…you’re right. sylvester stallone is in better shape than i’ll ever be and he’s, what, seventy? – anyway, she was pretty sick. probably hallucinating from all the nyquil. ”

“better shape, yea, but his face also looks like it was stung by fifty bees. i don’t mean to be offensive it’s just... pretty obvious.” warner nodded his head. fair enough. “could have been robotripping. few freshmen in alpha pi did it last week. we had to duct tape one of them to the wall because they didn’t understand gravity.”

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colorme-stasia‌:

“de niro is not going to disrespect me in my own home…room. he may be a part of my beautiful harem but I won’t tolerate that.” she played along, starting the car with a loud engine that turned to a soft purr of idling. “exactly!” stasia laughed as she began to leave the parking lot, soon on the open road. “like people always are saying they want to spice up their life. and what could be more spicy then an older male celebrity menage a like fifty?” the brunette stifled a bout of laughter. “honest to god, the first person to pop in my head was meryl streep and I know that’s probably so wrong but the fact it just like..boom. all I could think of was meryl streep. specifically the meme of her yelling.”

warner gave a quick laugh. “an older male celebrity, but he’s sixty? i hear antonio banderas is single.” as they hit open road, he reached forward to play with a few buttons on her dash. though generally frowned upon, warner had a habit of ignoring the rule of driver’s choice. if he had the ability to toy with the ac and pick what station was playing, he would. “a solid meme but, yea, meryl doesn’t quite do it for me. try steering more in the direction of jennifer aniston and jennifer connelly.” he paused, radio station stopped on a disco track. “damn. there’s a lot of hot jennifers.”

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lanajvmeson‌:

“I don’t know, I just thought–… I just thought that maybe, like…” trailed off, unsure where it was that she was going with the sentence, herself. She should have probably just left him to it. Not intervened, in the first place. Eyebrows drawing slightly at his choice of words, Lana opened her mouth like she was about to say something, then shut it again. ‘Choice’ didn’t often come into the equation, when she thought about Danny. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever really felt capable of making one of her own, around him. “Right,” came accompanied by a soft few nods, scuffing her boots slightly as she took a short step back. “Sorry, um… Yeah, sorry. Guess this was a mistake, I just had this… I don’t know, I thought maybe we could be friends.” Smile tugging into place like her own silliness over the matter had amused her, pinched a nerve, Lana wafted a hand as her eyes averted elsewhere. “It’s cool. I get it. Zero talking policy! Lips zipped, and stuff. No small talk… allowed.”

warner swallowed down the lump in his throat. people continued to pass them by, a fair few rubbernecking because minding your own business was apparently impossible. he’d half expected they’d have this run-in. but fuck did he hate that it was happening in the quad. personal shit shouldn’t have an audience. “i don’t know if i can do that. being your friend—” warner shook his head, abandoning the sentence there. “we both know you’re not exactly good at that but... yea. for now at least.” not that warner was sure he could ever reach that next phase where he would be ready for the chats and small talk. as much as he wanted to shut her out, warner couldn’t do it. he could shut the door, but locking it? to be determined.

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gabefm‌:

the laugh that left gabriel’s lips was a bit more loud and obnoxious than most would expect from him.  “ totally. ” he nodded in agreement, although he didn’t consider his night fun really. he was restless, sitting in front of his computer in the dark until his eyes felt like they were burning, then forced to carry on with his day when the alarm went off and the sun peaked through the blinds. he was running on no sleep, but at least he didn’t feel it.  “ a girl in the clinic said the bruise makes me look like michael b jordan in creed. bold comparison, but i’ll take it. ”

“really?” his eyebrows came together, an amused confusion etched across his face. “was she blind? because, yea, that’s pretty fucking bold. personally i’d say you’re closer to sylvester stallone, but even that’s a reach.” 

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philcmena‌:

“i don’t mind staring. i stare, too. it’s all part of human curiosity.” philly said, simply, with a shrug of her shoulders - subconsciously, or consciously, matching his body language. “i don’t feel any particular way about it. i don’t like it or dislike it. do you like attention?”

“staring is fucking weird,” warner disagreed, shaking his head. curiosity was looking for a second or two, after that you were just putting your nose in someone else’s business. “sure you don’t.” he wasn’t convinced and his tone indicated as much. “depends on who’s giving it. not really interested in the attention of some spacey whack-jobs.”

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colorme-stasia‌:

“rude.” dark eyes rolled yet lips curled into a smile. their relationship was easy. comfortable. the thing most resembling normal in her life. and for that, she cherished it. hands quickly fumbled in her pockets for her keys, finally pulling them out after a parade of color swatches and lose papers. it was almost as if she was a scarecrow, except stuffed with random art supplies. “alright. that’s settled then. we’ll have a night filled with a bunch of crazy ass stories and we can silently judge one another.” her laugh genuine, yet inside she knew some of her stories didn’t exactly paint her in the best light. she’d made mistakes. a lot of them. the one thing that gave her some peace of mind was that she was on her way to being better. hopefully. “I can have more than one love of my life. jeff is one of my faves, so don’t get me wrong. I’ll have a male harem of celebrities old enough to be my father.”

“i’d agree to silence, but de niro is definitely still going to judge us from the background,” warner joked as he leaned back in his seat. the scandalous details weren’t difficult to share. warner would openly admit to that and more. it was the real shit he struggled to talk about. his dad. lana. his increase in alcohol consumption. “a variety pack,” warner nodded, half in understanding and the rest in appreciation of her taste. it was better than the standard clooney and dicaprio. “kinda curious who you think my cougar crush is.”

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gabefm‌:

an ice pack in hand, pressed tightly against his forehead as he exited the gym. at first glance it might have looked like gabriel’s injury was sports related. but of course, the story wasn’t nearly as impressive. when he was leaving a class that morning in an unnecessary rush he bumped into a girl carrying a large iced coffee. the coffee fell out of her hand, landed on the steps in front of him, and caused him to slip on an ice cube when he tried to catch his balance. it was embarrassing, but an excuse to get out of his next class, so he didn’t actually mind. he hurried down the steps and toward the nearest trashcan, tossing the ice as soon as he got the chance. gabe was looking strung out, maybe more than usual, and his skin was pale. he looked sick. it was clear that he was on something. the way he walked with such confidence made it all the more humiliating when he collided with someone else just minutes after leaving the clinic. this time it wasn’t so bad, for him at least. “ fuck. ” was the first word to leave his mouth, but as soon as he realized what happened he made a point to direct his attention toward the other person,  “ i’m so sorry. i – it’s just been one of those days. are you okay? ”

“fuck sounds about right,” warner commented, his shoulder thrown back after the small collision with gab. he took a half-step back, hand reached out to the other’s shoulder. one of those days. much too relatable. “dude, chill, i’m totally fucking fine. you on the other hand—” warner took a step back, eyeing gabe with a certain level of curiosity. “fun night?”