#gailwrites

          after xyla’s incredible pitch, astro had really gotten a good impression of victoria. it turned out they were getting along. she was nice and they talked about many things -- thankfully none of them accounting. they had connected, it was going well, and he wasn’t worried about anything else. the knock on his door came to interrupt his nba game as well as his thoughts. he was reluctant to open it -- but there was only one person who knocked like that and her name was xyla, his best friend of years. he paused the game and opened the door for her. “what you doing here so late?” astro questioned, eyebrows arched up. “it looks like something’s up, c’mon in.” he stepped aside as to let the female inside his apartment and headed to the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of wine. “guess it’s time to break another one of these open, huh?” he poured the drink in the cups and handed xyla’s hers. “now, can i seat down on my couch, or what?” the male joked and immediately sat down, taking a sip off his wine. she knew his home was her home.

this was a typical grace move right here, get so close to someone, make them believe that they are going to date soon before pushing them away. “i just don’t see us going anywhere.” she looked at them, with a slight pout and shrugged. did she want to date them? yeah. but parts of her were scared so she just pushed everyone away. 

my other fuckin’ half dude. literally the only reason i’m still writing probably lol. you were my first consistent writing partner when i came back to rp and we made an iconic ship without even talking ooc and they were so beautifully tragic from the beginning.  but we legit have so much chemistry when it comes to writing and that chemistry carries over to real life sm we’ve literally gone to every single rp together and taken the rpc by storm with our dramatic ass petty ass iconic ass ships/dynamics. i love u & we literally haven’t gone a day without talking literally since our first group shut down and im happy it did because it opened so many doors for us creatively from admining our own rp and being in some amazing groups and being in some ones that were yikes ! but i wouldn’t have wanted move shop so many times with anyone else but you ( and kim obvi ) but yes i love u forever u beautiful and talents lil flower may we forever cause each other emotional damages via our fictional characters

The evening came quickly, dinner reservations in the back of her mind as she heard her front door shut, signaling Leo’s post-work arrival. Peyton wasted no time strutting down the steps to the living room in the gift he’d bought for her. Pale chest perfectly exposed and cradled by the supportive straps, hair cascading down her back and matching the hue of the teddy almost perfectly. “I’m not taking back all of those times I said you had no taste. I still hate your bootcut gunk stained jeans.” Her red lips hummed as she crossed the floor to meet him, slipping under his arm with ease. Her finger skillfully place his hand on her lower back. The fabric there sparse as the fullness of her ass consumes most of it. “But, I do like it.” Peyton admitted, leaning upwards to press a soft kiss against his neck. Which quickly grew into a strategic trail in which ended with her sinking her teeth devilishly into his ear lobe. The act feigning innocence though it was no where to be found. “Unfortunate it’ll be hidden under my dress at dinner,” She teased as she slipped away from him, heading back towards the stairs. Peyton knew what she was doing as her matching crimson heel pressed the first step and looked back over her shoulder at him, curves extenuated as she leaned on her leading foot. “I’ll have to send you the pictures I took in it when we get to the restaurant. This number needs to be fully appreciated but we’re going to be late.”

🥺 🥺 🥺  Yes please <3  I love Tristan + Xyla and am definitely open to more/other ships! <3 <3 

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Still, he had to make the necessary appearances as one of the future heirs of the Gbeho empire. Normally, he'd be restless at these sorts of events, yet at the end of the evening he had something to look forward to. Thus, he could waste a few hours of his life, hiding away from his mother's latest blind date for him. If it meant he could see her, not the heated glances from across the ballroom, but where he could touch her. Feel her. Caress her, if he wanted. All until the end of the evening where he could be right where he wanted to be - at her door. He used his key to her place to open the door, slipping off his shoes and tux coat near the front. "Honey! I'm home." He spoke, humor residing in his tone. "Where for art thou, Cece?" Rahim called in a singy-song voice, eyes scanning for the girl to greet him.