#stinkerbellz

sage trailed inside the apartment with the same cardboard box she used weekly to pick up fresh produce from her parents. it was a small, yet efficient, way to save money, and they were cutting corners where they could. making ends meet had been difficult some months, but more often since the breakup. sage tried to throw herself into her work, doubling the hours. leaving early and coming home extra late to avoid any confrontation. at least they reached the phase of separation where they could manage to converse without biting each other’s head off. it didn’t make it any easier, though, to live with her ex. especially knowing that she just wasn’t over them yet. how could she? every inch of their living space reminded sage of what once was, leaving her with a whirlwind of emotions.

She’d been texting the other ever since she found their number in the bathroom stall, and how interesting this turn of events had been since. She’d found herself smiling with each text, biting her lower lip gently as she sent another. ‘ Look, not to be that person but we’ve literally been talking all day and I still don’t know your name or what you look like. But anyway, i’m Marty. ‘

juliette hadn’t been on a date in ages—not that this was even a date. it was just a casual hang-out, she told herself as she got dressed, spending longer than usual picking out clothes to wear over her bathing suit and even longer than that staring in the mirror, trying out different hairstyles and, unsatisfied with all of them, leaving her hair loose down her back. she had settled on a simple white dress and sandals, but she still felt self-conscious as she reached the address mac had sent her and texted to say she’d arrived. somehow she always felt frumpy around other women, which, considering the fact that she exclusively liked women, was kind of a pain in the ass. and mac was beautiful, if her photos were anything to go by. hell, even if she didn’t look as good as her photos she’d still be gorgeous—you couldn’t fake that sort of beauty. juliette shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, waiting for mac to appear. calm down, she told herself, for fuck’s sake juliette. from her messages, mac seemed sweet. down-to-earth, nice. if she was all those things in person then juliette had nothing to worry about.

tonight was the night. they’d been working on this together for week now, making sure every single detail was planned out and accounted for. emerald loved that they were finally able to do this together, collaborating on something they both loved, and being able to showcase their work.     “you all ready, babe?”    she called out from the bathroom. they’d finished doing their last run through of the gallery earlier this afternoon, coming home just to change then head back in time for the opening of the exhibit.      "we have to leave soon, we can't be late to our own opening."

dani tried her best to get a good night’s rest every night, despite the fact that nightmares often disturbed her sleep. so she’d been in bed for a few hours already when, at about 2 am, she heard a crash, some swearing, and the sound of glass breaking. she sat up in bed immediately, timothy letting out a hiss and jumping off her legs to go investigate the source of the noise. looking around frantically, she yanked the lamp from her bedside out of its socket and brandished it, stepping out of her bedroom in her t-shirt and underwear, shaking from head to toe.

there was a man in her living room. well, entry hallway, really, but it was a small apartment, so they were sort of the same thing. he was swaying in a way that made her suspect he was drunk or at least under the influence of something, but he didn’t seem to be rooting through her things, and he wasn’t lunging at her as if he wanted to hurt her, either. still, she held the lamp high and demanded, “who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”

send me a ship and i will tell you: (sleeping!)

JUDE & FLEUR

Who is a night owl: jude Who is a morning person: jude Are they cuddlers: yes !!! Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: i feel like they switch it up a lot  What is their favourite sleeping position: cuddling but somehow ending up on their own sides of the bed? dfsklls Who steals all the blankets: fleur for sure What they wear to bed: she likes to wear his shirts (obvs) but jude could totally rock her clothes lbr Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: jude ! Who falls asleep mid-conversation: fleur is the sleep when i sleep type so her Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: both :< Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: cryin jUDE??? Who can’t keep their hands to themself: FLEUR !!! can’t keep my hands to myself is her anthem

GABE & EMERALD