* 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒏𝒂 / 𝔱𝔢𝔞

goddamnit. the man had the ears of… something with really good hearing. she was too annoyed about being caught to think of a better analogy than that at the moment. “you’re asleep. this is all just a dream.” she knew it was a longshot - he wasn’t as stupid as most of the guys she spent her time with, but… it was still worth trying out. probably because - let’s face it - if it was a dream of his, they’d probably be fucking right about now. why else would anyone’s subconscious insert her into their head? 

when he didn’t seem to go for it, she sighed, going in for tactic number two. “tell you what. you forget you saw me, and when i come back… i’ll give you the best handjob of your life.” or not. even if she did remember making that promise - which was probably pretty unlikely, considering how smashed she was planning on getting tonight - she’d just pretend she didn’t know what he was talking about. she was just glad her dad had hired some dude to keep an eye on her, particularly a young one. they all only thought with their dicks, which made it way easier to manipulate them into getting what she wanted. “deal? i’ll even bring you back a souvenir.” 

squinting , he looked at her as if she had lost her mind ... which he swore she had . “ i should be dreaming right now , but unfortunately i’m here .. having to deal with you . once again . ” letting out a long sigh , he brought his hand up again , rubbing his face in order to wake himself up as much as he possibly could . if that hadn’t worked , what came out of her mouth next definitely did . wide eyes looked at her , not sure if he had heard her correctly . sure , she was hot , and maybe if he was three drinks in at a random bar he would’ve considered it , but that wasn’t what this was . he was babysitting her ... and she was only saying she would do it so she could go out which would probably lead to him losing his job . he was silent though , watching her for a few more moments before leaning back against the door , crossing his arms over his chest . “ first off , you aren’t going to bribe me with a hand job . do i look that desperate to you ? and secondly , i don’t want a souvenir . i want to keep my job and you bringing me back a stolen pint glass from whatever shitty bar you are trying to go to isn’t going to make up for me having to sleep on the streets . ” xavier stood up some , taking a step towards her , “ so just go back to bed . because if you think you’re going anywhere without me right next to you , then you’re wrong . and we both don’t want that ... so please ... just ... go to bed . ”

closed starter for @arizonatea based on: “anyway give me a cliche plot based on tinder where muse a is staying over at a friend’s house and they can’t sleep so they’re mindlessly scanning through the app and they end up finding muse b who just so happens to be their best friend’s brother ( the same best friend that’s passed out next to them ) and they swipe right based on principle like they know this person so ofc they feel obligated to swipe but then oh ! they get matched up ! and now muse a has no idea if muse b did the same thing or if they’re actually interested and while they’re panicking they get a message from muse b that’s like “still up? come hang ;~)” and then like ….. things happen ya know what i mean”

sure, silas knew that getting to spend time at his family’s summer home in the hamptons was a privilege that a lot of people didn’t have, but that didn’t make it any less boring. his buddy had cancelled on him at the last minute after getting in a fight with his girlfriend, and now he was stuck here, friendless for the next few weeks. at least ms. tinder never let him down. maybe he could sneak in a hot local, or some chick that was currently bored with her own family, and looking for a little late night fun with a future rap legend. 

what he wasn’t expecting, however, was to swipe to a familiar face - and body, one that he’d checked out in the living room earlier, before his sister had pulled him aside and told him to not even think about it. which, he hadn’t. he’d been a good boy, and had put the thoughts out of his head. except now… he was here thinking about it. oops. but, okay, like, was it really his fault? it was nearly three in the morning, he’d think about a garden gnome if they came across his tinder app in a bikini. already knowing this was a bad idea, but finding it hard to care, he swiped right, just to see what’d happen, and was pleasantly surprised when the ‘it’s a match’ page came up. well… no backing out now. there was a dtf chick just down the hall, what was he supposed to do? not fuck her? that went against everything he believed in. his sister would just have to get over it. or never find out. after two seconds of thinking it over, he took his shirt off and settled back into the bed, sending off a quick little message as he got comfortable. 

 “ u up? ”

          before that night , sofia hadn’t even considered getting back on tinder ... that was until her friend that was now asleep beside her had taken her phone and practically forced her back onto the app . after her break up with her now ex-boyfriend , she had been pretty upset ... even if the relationship hadn’t lasted longer than kim kardashian’s second marriage . still , she couldn’t believe that she had been broken up via snapchat by a guy who thought they could make a living off of selling used tissues that he claimed were thrown in the trash by various celebrities . it was definitely a blow straight to her ego ... no pun intended .

          what she didn’t expect to come from her little adventure on tinder that night was stumbling across her friend’s brother ... the same brother that she had been asking her friend about previously ... and also the same brother that her friend had warned her about not even two seconds after she asked about him . still , what could be so bad about him . he was cute , and her friend was sweet ... so could her brother be that bad ? sofia had hidden her phone whenever his picture popped up , not wanting her friend to see who it was before she quickly swiped right . shit . it wasn’t an automatic match . maybe he hadn’t been eyeing her whenever she had been in the living room earlier . 

          ding . her phone lit up as she had been laying in bed next to her friend , and she hesitated before finally picking her phone up to look at the notification . you have a new match ! she quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure that her friend wasn’t awake , and she unlocked her phone to get on the app to see who her new match was . she wasn’t expecting to see silas’ name ... nor was she expecting to see the new message from him . it was hard for her not to smile as she read it , biting her lip in order to somewhat suppress it as she opened the conversation to respond .

          “ u caught me . what are u still doing up . it’s late ” pressing send , she waited a second before typing up another message , “ did you mean to swipe right ? or was it a slip of ur finger ? ” sofia glanced back over at her friend , paranoid that she was about to get caught before she finally decided to get out of the bed and step out of her room . if her friend woke up , at least she could say she had gone to the bathroom ... or gotten a glass of water . it would be easier than explaining why she was messaging her brother .

closed starter for @arizonatea based on: “idk why but i want a “oops i knocked up a groupie, that’s not supposed to happen even tho shes kind of more than a groupie to me and what do you mean you’re going on a date with someone else that’s my baby” plot”

if the stress of having to deal with a surprise pregnancy wasn’t hard enough, getting hung up on by his manager for just assuming she was another crazy fan trying to reach him, was really just the icing on the cake. what did she have to do to reach this guy? buy a vip ticket and fly out to his next concert?

seventeen hours later and she found herself on the other side of the country, impatiently waiting in line with a bunch of giggling girls, some of whom seemed just as nervous as she did. were they all pregnant with his baby? there was a chance, probably. he had a reputation for being kind of a slut. not that she was shaming him or anything, of course not, but… still. clearly, he wasn’t being careful enough. 

finally, it was her turn, and before he could say anything, before she was able to find out if he even recognized her or not, she was handing him a brown paper bag, with nearly twenty positive tests inside. “congratulations. i think it’s a boy.” 

          he was a walking cliche . sex , drugs , and rock and roll ... and he took no responsibility for his actions while under the influence of any of those things . brooks had a reputation and he was fully aware of what people said about him , but could he really care when his band was still selling out shows , winning awards , and hitting the top of the charts with nearly every single they released ? short answer : no . 

          his band had been on their current tour for a few months at this point , back in the states after a short run of shows around europe . he was far from burnt out ... but the bottle in his hand was becoming more of a constant at this point just to make it through the days . after every five or so groups of people , he would sneak in a sip of his beer before continuing , and that it what he had been doing before the blonde walked up . she looked familiar ... but most blonde’s did at this point . she was definitely hot though , and he was making a quick mental note to have someone from his team find her after his show so they could go back to the tour bus and— 

         “ this isn’t the first time a fan has tried to say i got them pregnant , “ he grinned , although his heart was racing in his chest as he looked down at the bag . brooks squinted his eyes as he looked back up at her , trying to rummage around in his brain ... trying to dust off all of the coke covered files that he had stored away of the girls he had hooked up with and ... oh shit . his eyes widened as he remembered that ... they had fucked . more than once at that . “ you— this isn’t— ... not here . “ brooks took the bag of pregnancy tests from her , knuckles white from how tight he was holding onto it before he turned back to the line of people still waiting to meet him and the rest of the band . “ give me ten minutes , “ he said to his manager before taking her hand and pulling her off to the nearest quiet room backstage , “ you aren’t being serious ... where did you buy a bunch of fake positive tests ? and why ? do you want money or something ? is it because i didn’t text you back or some shit ? “

closed starter for @arizonatea based on: “presidents party girl daughter who has been assigned a new secret service bodyguard. he has no idea what he’s in for or the trouble she attracts. she has a problem with the word ‘no’ and he likes to say it a lot”

this sucked. she was a grown woman, who didn’t even live at home - and especially not the big new one the rest of her family had moved into - so why did she need a fucking babysitter? yeah, okay, so maybe some of her choices in life didn’t exactly help the reputation they were trying to achieve, but that sounded like a them problem to her. if only the press knew the truth about the kind of guy her dad really was… then she’d probably seem like a goddamn angel in comparison. but for now, if she wanted to keep her nice condo without having to pay for it herself, it meant keeping her mouth shut, and being stuck with the world’s most obnoxious roommate, who tracked her every move even more so than that crazy chick she’d dated a couple years back. 

but… he had to sleep sometime, right? 

it was fucking ridiculous, having to sneak out of her own home, but apparently that was what this had come to. making as little noise as possible, she tiptoed out of her bedroom, moving across the apartment with her boots in her hand, carefully listening for any signs of stirring from the bedroom on the other side of it. 

          ‘ professional babysitter ’ was definitely in the top five strangest jobs he had , and it won by a landslide as far as the most difficult jobs . no one couldn’t prepared him for how fucking difficult it was going to be to keep track of this girl ... which is why he had opted to sleep on the couch most nights after she had snuck out during the first week he was supposed to be keeping an eye on her and making sure she didn’t do anything stupid . honestly ? he couldn’t care less what she did ... but when promised a large paycheck ... compared to what he was getting before ... well he could pretend .

          it had been a few days of her not trying to sneak out so he had taken a chance and passed out in his bed that night , but of course ... it was stupid for him to think that she would actually give him more than a couple days of peace . the sound of the hardwood floors creaking had been enough to stir him from his sleep , turning over and laying there before he finally left out a groan and got out of his bed , careful to be quiet and not have her run out of the condo before he could stop her . throwing on a hoodie , he opened the bedroom door and was met with the girl looking back at him from the other side of the room . running his hand over his face , he just took a deep breath , shaking his head .

         “ just ... a week without you trying to do some dumb shit ... that’s all i’m asking for . ” xavier glanced from her and then to the front door , knitting his brows together . “ don’t . ” he walked over towards the door , taking long strides in order to make it before she could . “ where could you possibly be going ? it’s like two in the morning . don’t make me have to call your dad ... just ... go back to bed . ‘kay ? ”