Kids Turned Out Fine

“I can always pay you. I think that’s how business works, don’t you think so?” She hummed while loosening the straps of her top so that it wouldn’t leave a nasty little tan mark. It was too nice of a day not to take advantage of the sun and so she lounged not too far from where he worked. “Nice beard,” she remarked once she truly sought him out and he had adopted a new look. She leered from a distance whenever his back was turned to her. After all, she a lot of catching up to do since the last time she’d seen him which had been months. “So who is the lucky gal?” She leaned on her side so that she caught a better view of him all the while keeping a watchful eye on how he dealt with the birth bath. “New look and all… there has to be someone you’re trying to impress?” 

Iris was already halfway off her seat, digging into her purse to retrieve some bills to throw down for the drinks she had that evening. The woman hesitated as he tempted her with free drinks and food. But most of all, he tempted her with his company. It’d be nice to see him in a new setting rather than this bar she occasionally popped into. With narrowing eyes, she contemplated it a bit more before smiling. “What the hell,” she mused and sat back in her seat. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Reaching into her bag, she grabbed some bills and pushed into his tip jar. “Plus, after the night you had, feels pretty criminal to say no.”

Julian knew that she was teasing him and it honestly didn’t feel that bad. He enjoyed the feeling of her looking at him, taking him up on his offer. He truthfully wanted to reach for her money but he knew he’d pay her back for it all later. “It’d be one last kick to the nuts that I don’t think I could withstand.” Julian was sure to lean forward to whisper just in case anyone else was eavesdropping. “Down this drink, pretty lady. Then we’re getting the hell outta here.” He was now teasing with his lines leaning back to give her a wink. 

willow felt her heart sink a little upon hearing just what the context of brody’s conversation was on the phone  .  “  oh  ,  baby  .  .  .  ”  she started  ,  but had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to console him through this  ,  especially when she took the look on his face into consideration  .  “  i’m so sorry  .  that  .  .  .  probably doesn’t help much  ,  but i really am  .  ”  

@allfckedup liked for a starter ! 

“  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong  ?  ”  willow’s voice cut through the silence of the room  ,  tired of the silent treatment she was currently subjected to  .  something was wrong  ,  and she knew it  .  “  you know you can tell me anything  ,  right  ?  i just  .  .  .  i want to help  .  ”

𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 mateo flores, eighteen. 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑶 tops. 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 his dad’s best friend, boss, ex boyfriend, etc. 

   "no, sorry - my dad isn’t home.” having the house to himself on a friday night wasn’t common for mateo. between having two younger brothers and an overprotective father, mateo usually didn’t get to have any free time to himself. so of course the one night he did, people would be coming over looking for rafael. “he won’t be back until tomorrow. i can let him know you stopped by?” his hand gripped the doorknob, anxiously wondering why someone was looking for his dad. “what did you need him for?”

“Yeah, you sure know how to charm those southern girls,” she spoke sarcastically, herself being from the south. Iris raised her eyebrows up at his comment and shook her head a bit at him. It was easy to joke with him, one of the reasons she’d often have nights like these - even if it wasn’t particularly her kind of scene. “As much as I’d love to be your consolation prize,” she began to tease more, “I was thinking of leaving here soon. I need some real food in my system that isn’t lousy bar food.”

“I’m clearly irresistible.” Julian replied back sarcastically, he still had about forty minutes on his shift and seeing his last customer that wasn’t a raging drunk leave wasn’t going to be high on his list. “I’ve chased off the Texans and now the only company I like -- I’m striking out all over the place.” He pouted playfully. “Let me buy you one more round -- and then I’ll buy you the best diner food you can imagine. I know the spot.” Jules replied gently hoping it was something she wouldn’t be able to resist.

She let out a pitiful little tut. “I’m sure the NBA are mourning their loss in a viewer.” It wouldn’t be Sorina if she didn’t resort to the cook and ask for a pitcher of lemonade for them to enjoy while she easily made herself comfortable on the poolside chair, clothed and all. “No, of course not. I don’t really do, uh, work,” she simpered. 

                         mikaela rolled her eyes and chuckled softly at his reaction, as if the praise was nothing to her, but in truth she gobbled it up. “ you’re getting my dress wet, ” she complained playfully. his hand on her ass made her giggle and she sighed, taking a hit of her blunt. “ i don’t have time!! ” she complained, gasping when he lifted her up over his shoulder. her dress rode up with the movement, her bare ass in the air as she laughed. “ theo, you play too much !! i got a show in an hour !! ”

sunshine || open starter

                         her form swayed in the yellow light of her apartment, music pumping softly from the speaker above her fireplace mantle. a blunt was nestled comfortably between her fingers as she admired her frame in the large mirror set up against the large bay windows. her place wasn’t huge, but it was nice and gave her superb view of downtown seattle. she admired herself in her reflection, clothes lay about her couch and counter, still deciding what to wear for that night.                           “ hey, come tell me what you think of this dress!! ” she called to her partner, who was finishing up their shower. she could hear the water cut off. it was a simple garment, muted yellow, short, covered though for the most part, but fit to her body like a glove. 

“I am.” Bea uttered, unable to wipe the smile off her face, even if she had wanted to. The thing about seeing him in person only led her to think about the fact that it meant so much, and even more so, how much he meant to her. “I’m so glad you’re here—” She started back up again, before her eyes fell onto the stuffed animal that held just that extra sentimental value for her. “You are a saint Julian!” Quickly, and without thinking, she pulled him into her arms, pecking a kiss across his lips. “I should have done that forever ago too.”

Julian knew he had his hands full now that he was in a foreign country with a new love. Meeting online wasn’t exactly ideal to him but when he saw her then spoke with her Julian new the chemistry was undeniable. Now their second time being together in person and him moving across the world it all felt surreal. “Been waiting forever -- but that was worth it.” He mumbled out to her as he licked his lips sure to taste her on them immediately. “I love you, are you going to take me somewhere you love now? I want to spend the entire day holding you.” He admitted as his hands found her hips.

She tried not to pin her troubles onto the animals. With cheeks flushed, Sorina glared, her lips thinning upon his request. “I’m beginning to think you never outgrew that stupid phase of yours,” she scoffed and she wondered how long he kept that proposal. 

“I’ll bring you lemonade without the extra crap cause ya’ don’t deserve it,” she snuffed even as she offered to approach her male ex and all.

Julian did have to admire her for a moment. She was spunky and held him to the fire more often than not. “I’m missing the NBA Finals for this and all I get is a lemonade, imagine...” He scoffed playfully before nodding over towards the project. “You’re helping right?”

plot: sorina seeks out the help of an ex who she hasn’t seen in months

“You’re a pain in the ass, but you get stuff done.” She drawled, gesturing to the broken birdbath planted in her garden. By now the entire basin was getting mouldy and she was desperate to fix it. Granted she knew a dozen other handymen that could easily repair the fountain but she was stubborn enough to resort to the one who installed it first. “So… can you fix it?”