#ghcstfce

“yeah...this is probably your worst case scenario, right?” or hers, even. adina hadn’t been late to a family gathering since she’d been out of diapers — but she had a faulty car to thank for that. “um...i know it’s not gonna make up for working on christmas, but maybe...you can come get a meal at my mother’s?” • @ghcstfce​

according to jeremiah’s family, the male should be looking for a serious girlfriend. someone that he could see himself marrying soon. however, that’s the last thing on his mind. he felt like he was on the top of the world. there was no reason for him to officially settle down with someone— not when all he wanted to do was play. jeremiah was middleweight champ, so he figured he’d celebrate by blowing a check on a few drinks, a trip somewhere hot, and a lucky girl. it was safe to assume that he had a type. he liked girls that seemed unavailable. it was weird, but he enjoyed challenges. while on a well-needed vacation, he found someone that could fit that description. she was a beautiful girl, wrapped in the arms of a man he knew had no business with someone so attractive. he waited until she stepped away from the other before walking up to her. he, himself, looked like he didn’t even belong there while dressed in jeans and a hoodie. “hey,” he said with a sly smirk, his eyes scanning the woman. “couldn’t help but notice you— and, honestly, i think you’d have a better time with me than whoever that clown is.” // @ghcstfce​

this trip had been planned for months and as much as she may have wanted to ditch, her friends convinced her not to. of course she wanted to hang out with them and have a good time. the only possible obstacle to that goal being that her ex was also part of the group. having mutual friends was great when they were together but it definitely made things a little harder after the breakup. tiki hoped it wouldn’t ruin the trip for her or make things awkward. they’d rented a cabin for a weekend ski trip. so as everyone arrived in smaller carpool groups, they claimed bedrooms. “next time we’re doing a beach trip!” tiki declared with a laugh as she walked in the front door with her bag in hand. after greeting friends with a quick hug, she went off to find a room. “oh...” it was just her luck that the first one she barged into caused her to come face to face with the person she was least excited to see already occupying the space. “my bad. just lookin’ for a room.” yet she still stood there, the normally confident tiki rendered unsure what to do for a moment.

bonus: if she’s wearing a miniskirt or shorts and has just a little bit of the cheeks out HE IS TAKING HER TO THE CAR ASAP

“I have had my hands...full. I’m tired, I’ve been running around all morning, I’ve been hopping back and forth between home and the store with both twins, and on top of that...baby, my boobs hurt. Breastfeeding makes my boobs hurt. The only mother’s day gift I want is to sleep and not have my boobs hurting.” ( @ghcstfce )

      ❝ what happened to you cutting me off? ❞ he says as his ex made herself comfortable on his lap. ❝ you made it a point to let me know you're not fucking me anymore and yet here you are –––– tipsy as fuck trying to undress me. ❞ not like he cared. he wasn't the one in the relationship and if he were being honest, his morals were all types of fucked up. ❝ you just usin' me to get your pussy ate? ❞

She vowed to never walk through the mouth again. To never enter it’s neon guts without the reason being an absolute necessity, and if she didn’t know any better, Pavati would think she wasn’t so welcomed back here anymore either — accounted to the stares and gaping expressions, that is. But she’s not too concerned about the shouting in the background, blaring bass of the music or strobe lights or the half naked women roaming about trying to make a living or a name for themselves. No, her eyes were locked on a specific table, and brushing off a rather insulting comment from her former boss at her being there, Pavati snatches the handle from the high priced bag off of her shoulder and dumped all of the contents into his lap. Money, lots of it. Never touched, never spent, never used. And because she still has trouble learning from her mistakes, she very gracefully throws a handful of bills in his face without allowing him room for explanation. “Stop fucking wiring money. Stop fucking paying bills on a place I don’t fucking live in anymore — just stop, and leave me the hell alone, Rafael.” • @ghcstfce

“she’s a whole brat, andre. i’ve never met anybody brattier, and i come from my mother, remember?” she murmurs the sentiment quietly — disregarding the fact that she’s the one currently getting an in-house massage as if it’d been nothing. but she was stressed, her response to stress was to spend, and when it came to their toddler with the mind of a teen, nadia seemed to be spending a lot more lately. “she must’ve heard syd or ‘liza talking about...y’know, the thing we were talking about? now she wants one like we’re talking about a new puppy.” • @ghcstfce