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“well,” a cocky smile overwhelms his cheeks, gaze half-lidded as it settles upon the familiar face in dangerously close proximity, “do you think he’s gonna be pleased to know you’ve been hanging around here?”

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“well,” a cocky smile overwhelms his cheeks, gaze half-lidded as it settles upon the familiar face in dangerously close proximity, “do you think he’s gonna be pleased to know you’ve been hanging around here?”

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@orumad sent: ‘ try to keep up. ’ / from angel
“excuse me,” vanessa coos around a politely chagrined smile, slowly prying herself out of the arms of handsome, vacant stranger that’s stolen her attention. angel’s interruption stirs her sizzling ire, stroking the chest of her dance partner with coquettish ease before she’s skulking over to her bodyguard, stilettos cracking against the concrete with every haughty step. “i know those flashy checks you get from my father probably give you a very unearned sense of entitlement, but you don’t get to interrupt my fun just because you’re feeling pissy.” bronzed arms fold petulantly across her chest, brown eyes fixed on him. “are we on some schedule i wasn’t aware of?”
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“yes, you’ve caught me on a very bad date,” a defeated smile is evidence enough of this folly, “and no, you’re not allowed to pretend you’re not loving it just a little bit.” there’s a beat of consideration, then mick coyly tacks on, “unless you’re willing to help me out here.”
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prompt: spotify wrapped starter, #66. in a good way by faye webster.
“i didn’t know that i was capable of being happy right now, but you showed me how,” elliot’s immediately grinning into a greedy, lingering kiss, arms encircling lauren’s waist with sheer determination to keep her close. his bandmates have long taunted him for the heart he giddily wears on his sleeve, though he’s discarded any attempts to be the cool one — especially around the blonde, a perpetual sight for sore eyes. he wonders, however, if it’s the same for lauren: she’s as beautiful as the day he first saw her, youthful and warm, but slight wrinkles have formed around his eyes, time weighs heavier on his bones. he shelves the burden of mortality, distracting himself with cool hands framing her bright face and grinning broadly. “no, seriously, it’s been a fuckin’ shitshow around here.” he steals another kiss, i missed you murmured against her mouth until he collects enough clarity to take a deep breath, pull back just enough to get a good look at her. “where’ve you been, hm? i know you’re far more capable of taking care of yourself than anything i can do, but i dunno, i’ve been worried about you since vegas.” and even after all these years, still somewhat bothered that she follows gideon so quickly. “and more importantly, how long do i get to keep you around?”
“i don’t want to talk to you right now.” / @orumad
“wait, wait, wait —” pitiful is a phrase so commonly allotted to mick stills that he’s long given up arguing its merit, resigned to its frequent relevance in his daily affairs. he’s been in this position a million times before, a throbbing head and bleary gaze working overtime to account for the past twelve hours. drinks with pru turned into drinks with pru and del with a quick call to marilyn who would of course rope louise in and . . . and . . . and that’s where he draws a blank, probably somewhere around his fourth whiskey sour and watching lou crack jokes with delphine. or was it marilyn? he’s running on empty, but in his determination to right whatever wrongs — because assuming mick had fucked up somewhere along the way is as natural as breathing — mick’s found himself dragging a sluggish, massively dehydrated frame to louise’s apartment, gaze half-lidded and stomach churning. “lou, please, can you just— can i come in?” it’s a bold request, but if he’s going to apologize, he wants to do it properly and also . . . “not that you have any reason to give a shit, but i feel like i’m repeatedly being whacked in the head with a hammer and i’d like to scream into a pillow.” lou’s very real life sobers him enough to pull a slight smile, inching closer to the door, “i mean, unless your kid’s gonna kick my ass. that could be pretty fun for you, though, right?”

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“this, us, was a fucking mistake and i should have known the second things went further than planned.” @orumad
“is this the part where i beg you to stay so you can feel important?” liam’s acidic tongue had been established well enough that most were content to assume that he was the primary (if not sole) instigator of every skirmish within their inner circle — it was often discovered too late that a fern who had made herself familiar with the countless substances that floated around blurry afterparties could be quietly vicious. the two of them had steadfastly avoided each other all night, but certain things always felt inevitable and a stolen dalliance behind the tour bus quickly evolved into a squabble that fern vaguely feared would work its way back to liam. this propels her closer, cadence lowered and eyes narrowed, “fuckin’ hell, i have watched you pick up and throw away countless girls over the years with the same regard you’d get rid of a napkin, and never once did you make a spectacle of it. so why the fuck am i getting some bitchy monologue? if you’re done, be done, ethan.” a thought occurs to her, one she’d typically shelve away as entirely useless given current circumstances, but her tongue and boundaries are loose tonight, “what, are you pissed that you can’t get it up for anyone else now?”
❝ we should be good people. wouldn’t it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fucking piece of shit? ❞ @orumad
“good people?” adam can barely contain his smirk as he tests the phrase on a liquored tongue, eyebrows arched in growing amusement; top shelf brandy has certainly had its way with him, provoking the sudden ease of his hand curling around bee’s wrist, touched with a bout of curiosity as he drinks her in heartily — greedily, actually. “sounds a little boring, don’t you think?” caldwells and buchanans aren’t designed to be good people, and the scarce few who did harbor such tendencies opted to keep a safe distance. adam and brigitte had been living under microscopic scrutiny for practically their entire lives - in truth, they probably had little choice in their moral inclinations, but in adam’s mind, they could decide how to wield necessary evils and deceptions. or, preferably, they could just have fun with it. “look, you say the word and i’ll fuck right off,” which seemed to be the basis of just about every aspect of their marriage so far, “but is your girlfriend really gonna kill me if i stick around for a night cap?” after all, it’s rare when either of them actually opts to spend the night in their shared penthouse, and even under heavy libations, adam knows not to let the opportunity slip by. “unless you think you can’t handle yourself around me alone, busy bee?”
four photos duffy took of : velouria !
one. a random night at the arcade, but velouria just looked so pretty that he had to snap a photo for posterity. also wearing a denim vest snatched from lucas. two. at one of her mother’s swanky event, the first time he ever saw vee in a dress. he thinks she’s stunning no matter what, but this is the night that made him feel funny around her. three. vee is the only reason duffy could’ve ever taken an 8am psychology course — velouria and the trusty iced coffee she always brings along. also his phone wallpaper for the longest. four. she never knew about this photo, he just thought she looked pretty when they got invited to bottomless mimosa brunch with her older sister. @orumad
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