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A Look Inside Jemma’s Phone...

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tonight was a night of celebration. after a long week of meetings and negotiations, the company had finally closed a massive deal that would bring a huge profit. and what better way to celebrate getting money than by spending it? the club had been the choice of his vice president, and messer’s best friend from college, ryan, who swore that it held the bay area’s most beautiful women — and most willing women. to messer it didn’t quite matter, a stripper was a stripper, and he wasn’t there to find much more than a girl with a nice body to throw a few singles at. his tie hung loosely around his neck, the top few buttons of his white collar shirt unbuttoned as he entered the club with his friends, eyes immediately scanning the room to see what he was in for. for a saturday night, the place was quiet — but one girl immediately caught his eye, with long brown hair and perfectly red lips. and he knew she liked him too, judging by the way she kept her eye on him, even when another man attempted to get her attention. “i want her,” messer murmured to ryan beside him as they furthered their way into the club to the table that ryan had reserved. he slid into the booth, reaching into the pocket of his slacks to pull out the money clip, now filled with ones, and flipped through the bills before peering behind him again to look for the girl. 

it took nova too much time for her liking to get rid of the man that caused her to take her attention away from the group of young men that walked through the club entrance. he gave the older man a quick lap dance, purposefully not doing her best work so that he wouldn’t request for a longer session. instead, she slid off his lap, gave the man a smile, her whitened teeth on display, as she walked away with his money. she walked with her back up straight, hair grazing lightly against her lower back, and her lips formed in a small smirk. she was dressed in a matching set⏤a black, lacy bra, with matching bottoms and a garter belt that led to her high thigh stockings, and finished off with her highest pair of strappy heels. and she normally doesn’t go and approach customers, she thinks too highly of herself to do that, but she decided to make an exception for the man she saw at the door. in her defense, he looked like he had money. and why shouldn’t she chase after something that she wanted? if for some reason he wasn’t interested (which she didn’t plan on. no man comes into a strip club and simply turns her down) she’d settle for one of his more average looking friends, and then move on to the next customer as if he never existed. but she wanted some to have some fun, with someone other than a 50 year old married man. so she stalked farther back into the club, where she spotted him sitting at a table with the others he walked in with, no girls around. so nova stood herself in front of the occupied table, eyes directly on the man from earlier. “i saw the way you looked at me when you came in, yet you didn’t try and find me afterward? i’m a bit disappointed, i have to say, especially now since i have to be the one to say hello. were planning on just sitting here all night with your boys, then?”

01 ⇢ messer x nova

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01 ⇢ jasper x sidney

jasper knew how to play the guitar. he knew how to play it really, really well, his fingers glided with the strings nicely, he could pick up on the chords by listening to a song once and then start to play it himself. he was good, and he knew that. he was first gifted with a guitar by his grandfather when he was 16, and it was a cheap one, the strings broke only within a few months after jasper’s excessive playing. but from his part time job after school, scrubbing dirty dishes at the local diner, he saved up enough money to buy himself a brand new guitar, one that he continued to play for years, and it was covered in random stickers he found over time. so yes, he loved playing the guitar, played it during nearly every minute of his free time⏤well, when he wasn’t snorting cocaine off a random boy’s happy trail or running around abandoned properties with his friends. he hadn’t ever landed a gig, though, just typically played alone in his room, writing songs here and there but usually just playing covers of random songs.

when his friend dalton asked him if he was interested in being a guitarist for a band he and his other friend were putting together, though, jasper couldn’t turn down the offer. he invited the group over to his house, as his parents were usually always at work and he had a garage that was open to use for playing music. that day he was supposed to just play a few songs for them, so show his skills, and see if he would fit in well with the rest of the band. jasper didn’t know anyone else except for dalton, but the other boy in the band⏤jasper forgot his name already⏤was the person jasper was trying to impress. he was supposed to be the lead singer of the band, apparently, and definitely jasper’s type. but jasper just wanted to fit in with them, to belong somewhere, to a group. so after he played a few songs, tapping his converse against the ground to the muse as he played, he looked up, specifically at the curly haired boy, with a smug look on his face. “well, you liked it, right? not to be full of my damn self, but, that was pretty fuckin’ sick.”

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presley tilted her head back, swallowing the last of the contents of the alcoholic concoction she’d mixed together in the kitchen earlier that night. maggie’s parents were out of town for the weekend, so presley had convinced her to throw a party, assuring her that it would be just a chill kickback — a few friends, some booze, and good music. of course, by lunch, nearly half the school had heard about the party, and a quarter of them already had the address, so by the time presley had arrived with her boyfriend at 10 o’clock, the house was already packed. now, presley was sat in between her two best friends on a couch that was much too nice to be drinking on, watching her boyfriend and all his annoyingly douche-y friends play beer pong. kyle, of course, was losing, his hand-eye-coordination too far gone by now from all the alcohol he had drank at the pregame. 

“anyone need a refill?” she looked to each of her sides and collecting the empty cups before pushing herself up off the couch and headed toward the kitchen. she’d brought her own bottle of vodka — never trust the host to have a reliable amount of alcohol — which kyle had stashed away in one of the kitchen cupboards to hide from the rest of kids at the party. “hi — excuse me?” presley said, tapping a familiar looking boy on the shoulder. she was sure she’d seen him around school before — out smoking in the parking lot or by the soccer field — but his name was beyond her. “could you give me a hand? i have a bottle of vodka on that top shelf up there and…” she looked down at her small stature, standing at just about 5′4′‘, “could you reach that for me? i’ll give you a shot — it’s on me.” 

going to maggie’s party wasn’t actually on the agenda for the night. instead, nixon was prepared for a night in, him and his group of friends, 5 other boys, sat in his basement with a couple packs of beer. but a few of the guys heard about the party during the school day, and practically begged nixon to go, to which he only agreed as long as he wasn’t the one driving. so that night, nixon found himself inside maggie’s house, his friends following behind him as he pushed his way through the crowd. nixon was sweating already, mixed with the amount of people crammed inside of the house, along with the fact that it was nearing toward june, the sticky, humid weather filling the house through the constantly opened doors. it had been awhile since nixon had last attended a party, but he figured he might as well—junior year was coming to a close, and he deserved to have a little fun, right?

nixon spent the first half of the party talking to just his friends, though, gathered by the couches, cracking jokes and chugging down mixed drinks. some people had come up to them and talked for a little while, and a girl had even tried to sit on nixon’s lap, to which he then decided it was time for another drink. he excused himself from the group, standing up off the couch as he made his way to the kitchen. surprisingly it was fairly empty, and he looked around at the counter tops—red cups, some empty, some spilled over, littered the area, and smashed beer cans were thrown into the sink. he barely had a moment to remember why he came in here, to grab himself another drink, before a girl tapped him on the shoulder. he spun around, only to see presley michaels, a girl he had heard of around school. and she was so pretty, her blonde hair and bright eyes and all, which caused nixon to stutter for a moment before actually responding. “uh, yeah, sure?” nixon laughed awkwardly, before turning toward the cabinet and opening it, taking barely any effort to reach and grab the bottle the girl was referring to. he pulled it down and set it onto the counter. “i think i deserve two shots actually, don’t you think that’s fair? i mean, you would have had no way of getting it if i weren’t here. i did you a great favor.”

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01 ⇢ messer x nova

it had been just a couple hours into nova’s shift and she was already disappointed with the night, as she hadn’t had any customers that gave her event a little excitement. she had a regular come in, a 45 year old married man named joe, who definitely drank too much beer and nova could smell his distasteful breath whenever she got too close to his face. then there was a nervous, lanky young male who was pretty much sweating and had shaky hands the entire time nova was giving him a lap dance. it was a boring night for it being a saturday, and nova had a small pout on her lip as she walked through the club, hips swinging with each step. that’s when she spotted a group of young men walk through the entrance—young, rich looking men—and nova’s brown eyes spotted a taller, curly haired male who looked well dress, and.. he was pretty, from what she could tell in the barely lit club. and nova wanted him. and whatever money was in his pocket. so she walked closer to the entrance, her steps going following along to the bear of the music, as a smirk on her lips. she had just managed to make eye contact with him before a man behind her tapped her on her shoulder, and nova got in one last long glance before whipping her head around to face the man. he was male closer to his fifties, she assumed, and she had to stop herself from scrunching her nose. “what can i do for you?” she said to him, but took a moment to turn her head back around to look at the curly haired male that previously walked in.

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blakely corrine james was not that kind of girl. she was not the girl you meet at the bar, and she certainly wasn’t the girl who takes home the handsome boy with the leather jacket. but last night, she had been that girl. after things had ended with ellison, her high school sweetheart and boyfriend of six years, she had decided not to be her usual, play-it-safe self. which landed her at some east village dive bar with her two best friends and a pomegranate martini. her mission for that night was clear: unadulterated, absolutely no-strings-attached-sex. because after six years of the same sex with the same person, blakely deserved a damn change. and so she let the boy with the unruly curly hair come home with her, despite the fact that he looked like the type of guy who would keep a switch blade in the pocket of his leather jacket, or that he might be in a biker gang. when she woke up alone in her bed the following morning, she felt a strange combination of relief and disappointment wash over her. it was just like her, idealism and all, to expect him to stay over — to find him making a home out of her kitchen with a cup of coffee and bacon sizzling on the stove. of course he left, and she should be happy about it, because this is what she wanted. casual hook ups. no call backs. 

brunch the next morning was exactly what she needed. sitting around the table with her friends, they cheered for their first round of mimosas, glasses clinking together as they all shouted over one another. being single really couldn’t be all that hard — most of her friends were doing it, and they were all happy. her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the sound of a familiar voice approaching the table, and everyone’s heads turning to find the culprit. she nearly coughed up her mimosa when her eyes landed on the boy — the one from last night — at the head of the table, and she placed the champagne flute back on the table as she attempted to gather her bearings without anyone noticing. and by luck or chance or some series of misfortunate events, the only available seat was the one right beside her. she kept her gaze on the sarah, sitting across the table, distractedly asking how she had been enjoying classes that semester when the boy beside her spoke. not only spoke, but introduced himself. as if he hadn’t been over the night prior. as if he hadn’t snuck out of her bedroom at god knows what hour of the morning. she turned her head, smiling tightly at the boy beside her. “unavailable,” she replied, surprised by her own biting tone that came from her, “i’m unavailable. nice to meet you, though, arlo.”

the longer arlo looked at the girl next to him, the more he started to remember all of the events from the previous night. they had met at the bar, and he had his eyes on her from the moment he spotted her. he was gonna take her home. and it was successful as they went back to her place that night, and it was good. she was pretty and fun last night, but sitting next to him, she seemed much more... uptight. ‘i’m unavailable.’ unavailable? he wanted to ask her if she was unavailable last night when they had sex in her apartment, but he knew better than that. he was going to refrain from bringing up any moments from night before, but he couldn’t stop himself from having a little fun with this. if she was going to be rude to him, the least he could do was taunt her just a bit. “oh, i don’t remember asking for your status, but thank you for informing me. your name would have just been fine. i guess i can call you unavailable throughout this whole morning though, i don’t mind.” arlo made sure to keep his smile in place, and only looked away from her to thank the waiter when they came and placed a glass of water down in front of arlo.

he knew he needed to give more attention to his other friends. so he went around everyone at the table, greeting them and asking them how they are. by the time he reached asher, who was sitting across him, arlo told him that his choice of shirt that morning was awful. it was arlo’s duty to be an honest friend. but he turned to the girl from last night, taking a small sip of water before speaking. “so, unavailable,” he started, a teasing tone clear in his voice. “i’m surprised we haven’t met sooner than this, as my friends haven’t ever mentioned you. so tell me about yourself! what is it that you do, then? anything exciting? are you... a secret hitman? hitwoman?”

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01 ⇢ grayson x riley

grayson walker really didn’t need to go to college. he didn’t need to spend money to sit in classes where he would barely pay attention, and he didn’t need to move two thousand miles from home. and he knew all of this, because he listened to his parents persisting that he didn’t need to attend college for years. even when grayson moved to chicago for school, his mother would still call him well into his freshman year and ask him if he was sure he didn’t want to come home. he already had a job set up for him back in los angeles with his father; he could help his dad on set, learning how to direct movies. but grayson found no appeal in that, and he had no wishes to fly back home either. so he stayed in chicago, did alright in his classes, and each semester flew by. he made friends, he had a few relationships here and there, and he was well on his way to earning his degree.

then fall semester of his senior year came around, and grayson’s next class⏤also his last one of the day⏤was one of those required classes that he had no interest in taking, but needed to get it over with before graduating. so he wasn’t all enthusiastic about being there, as a small pout was set on the male’s lips when he entered the room, his eyes scanning around to find a place to sit. he noticed a seat open next to a girl, someone he couldn’t recognize, on the other side of the room, so grayson quickly walked over to the seat, sliding down into it. he was just about to introduce himself to her, but then the professor walked in, speaking already, his voice loud as he introduced himself to the class. and then the rest of the class went by like that, the professor rambling on about the material on the syllabus and what the objectives of the class were, and grayson couldn’t help but to keep glancing over at the girl he was seated next to. when the professor dismissed the class after the time was over, it took grayson a moment to pack up his things, but then he quickly left the classroom, spotting the girl just a few feet ahead of him outside the building. he jogged a little to catch up with her pace, and when he was finally next to her, grayson looked over at her and smiled. “hi! i sat next to you in the class class⏤my name’s grayson walker, by the way⏤and what’s your name? do you have any classes after this? also, i’m not really sure if i’m going to be great at that class,” grayson went on, letting out a small huff, “the professor seemed kind of strict. like. we have to come to class every day? that seems a little much, don’t you think?”

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01 ⇢ malcolm x olivia

three weeks. it had been three weeks since malcolm started his internship at the hospital, and every single day since then, he made sure to arrive earlier than all the other interns to start his rounds and hopefully get chosen to observe a big surgery before the other interns got their chance to ask. he didn’t try want to appear like he was too much of a suck up, but he knew what he was doing. it was clear to the brown haired male after he met the other interns that he would be one of the final ones still there, if not the only one. and he chose not to interact with any of them unless it was completely necessary⏤these people were his competition. and he wasn’t going to let anyone get too close and distract him, at least not this soon into the game. he did befriend one intern, though, a man named thomas who seemed to know what he was doing (he still definitely wasn’t as smart as malcolm, though. he couldn’t be). but other than that, he kept the conversations with the others to a minimum, and ate lunch alone in the cafeteria unless thomas chose to join him occasionally. this was better for him. he could concentrate.

that morning had been running smoothly, and malcolm went in to check on his next patient, when he was greeted by another intern in the room. and he doesn’t remember seeing her around at all, but perhaps it was due to malcolm’s lack of paying attention to the others, because he was sure he’d remember her, if they ever spoke. she was cute, for sure, and malcolm had banned making any close friendships or... relationships with the others, but maybe he had to make an exception. maybe. but then he had to remind himself that this was his place of work, for christ’s sake, and he didn’t do well with working on cases with other interns. and he wasn’t going to start getting good at it now. his eyes were still on the girl, not having yet to even address the patient, and he then said, “are you supposed to be on this case? i thought i was doing alone. you can go, if you’d like. i’m sure there are other things for you to do. wait. are you one of those that was assigned for scut and you tried to sneak in here instead?”

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the only reason arlo remembered about the brunch date he had planned with his friends was when he woke up at 9:45 in the morning to a text from a friend asking him if he would still be making an appearance. he had only fallen asleep a few hours before then, as he spent the night before at some girl’s place, and decided to sneak out at five in the morning to get back home to the comfort of his own bed. with groggy eyes, arlo managed to type back a simple “ya” to his friend before letting out a groan, then proceeding to roll over in bed. and if he fell back asleep for another 10 minutes, no one would know. except it did put him behind schedule even more, and when the curly haired boy actually rose from bed, he was rushing to pull on a pair of black jeans⏤his pair with the rips on the knees⏤and his plain white t-shirt he wore the night before, that he had thrown down beside his bed when he got home. after spraying some cheap perfume on and pulling on his pair of worn down vans, he was finally making it out the door, only 15 minutes past the time he promised to be there. but the restaurant wasn’t a far commute, and once the male reached the restaurant, he noticed his friends at one of the tables through the window, a smile settled on his lips. he quickly entered into the restaurant, his smile growing brighter as he got closer to the table. “my fuckin’ people!” he spoke, greeting at everyone in the table. and maybe he was a bit too loud to be swearing in a public restaurant, but it was before noon, and arlo could do what he wanted, okay? 

arlo’s eyes fell on the only empty seat at the table, and then he glanced at the girl sitting in the seat next to one that was presumably his. and damn, did she look familiar⏤has she slept with her before? arlo slid down into the chair next to her, turning to the girl, ready to personally greet her. and then it really hit him, and how he knew who she was, because it all dawned on him that this was the girl he spent the night with last night. sitting next to him at brunch. with all of his friends. and somehow, she knew his friends. “hi, i’m arlo. and who might you be, beautiful?” arlo asked, a dimple apparent on his cheeks. of course he knew who she was, but he wasn’t going to announce to the table that they were already aquainted, so he settled on simply introducing himself.

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to do !

muse page

some starters

develop new character ( i.e gabe )

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My soul and yours are the same, You appear in me, I in you, We hide in each other.

Rumi (via wordsnquotes)

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jack scrunches his nose slightly, watching as the girl takes a step back from him, and he realizes then that he probably pushed it too far. she probably didn’t know him as anyone aside from christian’s best friend, and talking shit about christian to his best friend, objectively, sounded like a really stupid idea. he could understand that. “okay,” he finally caves, nodding his head slightly, “i’ll go. but hey,” he raises a brow at the brunette, making sure the girl is listening. “we’ll have a code,” he reaches up and swipes his index finger across the tip of his nose, “if you want an out, just,” he repeats the action with his finger and smiles softly, cocking his head to the side. “all right?”

she watched with cautious eyes as jack showed her the ‘code’ they would have, and juliet just nodded. “i. alright. yeah. that works.” she let out a small laugh before doing the action herself, gliding her finger over the tip of her nose quickly. then she heard a holler from the other room, which sounded like voice of christian. she let out a small gasp before straightening her posture. “i.. i need to see what he needs.” juliet rushed out before leaving the kitchen, heading toward the living room where christian and the rest of his friends sat. “sorry i took so long, baby,” juliet whispered to christian, handing him a drink before setting the other couple cans down on the table. she slid down into the couch next to christian, after he insisted she do so, trying to pay attention to anything but jack.

01 ✰ jack and juliet.

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no one has ever asked. it’s obvious by her initial reaction — as if just the promise of someone actually caring was entirely surprising, a foreign concept. her reassurance is mostly unconvincing, especially since he knows christian well enough to know that even in his best moods, he’s a dick. he’s funny, and he’s always been a good friend to jack, but it’s no secret that he tries his best to keep his asshole reputation in tact. “hey, wait.” jack furrows his brow, standing up straight again, “i don’t mind missing it. we’re kicking the seahawks’ ass anyway.” he pauses, meeting her gaze again. “i asked if it bothers you?”

one thing juliet had been mastering over the past few years was lying. she learned how to be the perfect girl for her boyfriend, learned how to hide her feelings, and she surely knew how to lie about the truth. but the way jack was sounding so concerned, being insistent on getting an answer from her, had the girl feeling nervous. she felt like he was trying to undo all the layers she had put up, the perfect mask she had been hiding behind was crumbling down just from a few words by jack. “you should get back to the living room.” juliet then stated, trying her best to yet again dodge the question. she took a step back, trying to create more distance between her and the boy who she barely knows except for the fact he likes football and beer. “if christian walks in and sees you talking to me, he’s going to throw a fit. please go back. i’m fine.”

01 ✰ jack and juliet.

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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Flappers and Philosophers” (via thelovejournals)