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[oksimone]

eleutherixs‌:

If there was one person Sihyun absolutely loved being around simply because she truly understood his need to shop and his love for all things material, it was Simone. It’s always so nice to spend time with her, gossiping, shopping, trading makeup tips and everything in between. That’s why whenever Sihyun needed a break from work he always knew who to turn to. 

Today was fully packed with plans of hunting through shops for anything and everything they could find that was worth their time or money. And the first stop, of course, had to be Sephora. Sihyun absolutely needed to stock up on some skincare items he was running low on and he was also looking for new eyeshadow palettes because everything he had was getting boring and he needed something new to do exciting new looks with for his nights out at either Eleutherios or the multiple other clubs he and Simone liked to frequent. 

“God, I know,�� he answers even though in reality it hadn’t been that long. But it did feel like forever had passed since they’d last done this. And he just would not have that. The array of texts he had sent her today was proof enough that they couldn’t go more than a day or two without doing something together. “Oh, it’s going gre–” and he stops before he can even finish his sentence because she’s raving about something in true Simone fashion. Sihyun chuckles and picks up the small bottle. “I’ve always been a fan of the dewy look. Fine, fine, I’ll buy it,” he says, dropping the product in his basket. “I’m looking for a good eye serum too. I don’t really like the one I’m using now.” 

Simone felt a warm sense of satisfaction when she saw the cream plop its way into Sihyun’s shopping bag. This was, arguably, the one thing the brunette was actually good at: selling. It was how she’d made a living off of a free social media app so quickly – that combined with her willingness to stand in front of a camera for as long as it took to get the p e r f e c t photo, and her vapid sense of reality.

“You literally glow whenever I see you, babe,” she gushed, walking down the isle of creams. “But this is, like, another level of glow. Worth every penny.” she nodded in agreement with herself, pleased with her knowledge of the overpriced makeup product. She’d gotten it in the mail a few weeks ago, and even if she wasn’t paid an obscene amount of money to pose with it on the beach she would still suggest it to Sihyun.

The brunette listened as her companion mentioned another product that was on his list, humming to herself behind pursed lips before she found the thin tube she was searching for. A high-pitched, satisfied sound escaped her now smiling lips when she picked up the product and handed it to her friend. “This one has really helped me. Got rid of all the dark circles under my eyes and keeps them hydrated,” she showed the boy the packaging before putting the product back. “I got a whole box of them in the mail yesterday – do you want one? Or ten?” she laughed. “Seriously, it’s more serum than one girl needs. You gotta take a few off my hands.”

Skimming a few more products in her eyesight and tossing a few different tubes into her basket, Simone looked back at Sihyun with a smile. “You were saying work is going well? Tell me all about it!” Her smile only widened to show her dimples and pearly white teeth. “Any cute guys I need to know about?!”

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hcliosxx‌:

Coffee shops were usually the most perfect place for Sam to write. Quiet, homey, and bustling with all sorts of different kinds of people. He could almost always find inspiration there, and when he couldn’t he would sit and people watch with a warm tea and some snacks. Today, he was doodling in his leather-bound journal, his pen between his teeth as he looked at the sketch before him, only to realize it was of that guy he saw at the car dealership. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he shut the book. 

He took the pen from his mouth, tapping it quietly as he observed the crowd at the shop. It was the usual suspects and rather peaceful, that is, until a young female with dark curls burst threw the doors. She approached an empty spot, laptop in hand, and complained about the wifi password. 

“There’s a guest line for customers,” the Italian took a sip of his tea, “shouldn’t be password protected – kinda slow though. You could use my hotspot if you’d like.” 

Simone wasn’t one who noticed the vibe of an atmosphere before her arrival. In fact, it never occurred to her that she should contribute to keeping the quiet and calm cafe just as it was before her entrance. Instead, she hurled herself inside, slammed an open palm onto the desk bell, and exclaimed for attention when her needs were not met immediately. Needless to say, Simone could use a reality check on spacial awareness, but it was never intended with an ill-mannered heart.

The brunette whipped her head around to meet the gaze of a customer who was replying to her inquiry. Her face softened and a soft blush overtook her cheeks – she had finally realized the still and tranquil environment around her.

“Oh, no,” she sighed hopelessly, bottom lip forming a small pout at the words of the fellow customer. She quickly perked up at his mention of a hotspot – something even a tech-savvy girl like Simone hadn’t thought of. “Yes that would be amazing, thank you!” With a sudden change in attitude, the girl threw open her laptop and started typing quickly on the keyboard. She then looked back up to her companion.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have amazing skin?” She paused to reflect on the boy’s flawless complexion. “It’s literally perfect – I’m so jealous!”

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lcvesomehow‌:

     CAMDEN CASEY NEVER really half assed anything and even given his current state, he maintains such a drive. either he’s stuck in bed for over 24 hours or he’s out, getting wasted and having a good time. trying to have a good time. there’s no in between for him: either let these feelings of overwhelming dread, that tar-like grip of misery weighing heavy on his body until it’s legitimately the only thing he can see and think about, or he can go out and do everything in his power to forget his reality. he’s chosen the latter tonight, after a few days of locking himself indoors. he knows it’s probably not great for him to live like this but it gets him through, and that’s all that matters to him at this point. whatever gets him by.

his eyes landing on one beautiful simone aldridge is enough to lift his spirits even more, as if the cocaine hasn’t already given him a kickstart for that. perhaps he’s at the point of the night where he’s just glistening, from sweat, glitter that somehow got on him from a group of girls, and now his short sleeved button-down shirt ( a casey classic, as some would say ) is almost completely unbuttoned except for a few at the bottom. his brown hair is a little messy and slightly wet from the sweat, along with the sprayed champagne that somehow got on him earlier that night. he’s not blackout, that’s certain, and he’s actually not too sloppy as of yet. still, his face lights up at the sight of the brunette— he holds up his drink in the air, extends his arm and drapes it around her in a one-armed hug that turns into a two-armed embrace.

“stranger danger!” he shouts over the music. “what can i get you, pretty girl? we doin’ a shot or what?”

Simone allowed her body to mold to Camden’s, her arm creeping around his midsection to reciprocate the exchange. This was the Camden she was used to — glistening in the light, full of energy, clothing torn from exuberance. Even from their first encounter, backstage at a concert in New York City (or was it Paris? Milan? Who knows...) Camden was a magnet, always pulling Simone towards his smile and his laugh and the gleam in his eyes when they meet. If she didn’t know before, Simone knew now that tonight would be wild in just the perfect way.

The brunette laughed at his first choice of words, the high pitched sound squeaking above the boom just before the bassdrop. Her narrow hips moved to the beat of the song, and her ears perked up at the mere mention of more alcohol. “A man after my own heart!” She cried, placing a hand on her chest. This caused the thin strap on her dress to drop once again, and she wiggled to pull it up before exposing any more of her porcelain skin. “You pick — but I’m feeling some tequila.” Simone hummed in agreement with her own decision before dipping her hand into her purse.

“Wait — we gotta snap a pic before we get too wild now. Say cheese!” Simone smiled wide for the camera, her famous toothy smile overtaking her entire face. Her dimples were deep, eyes almost shut. With the right filter and editing, this was sure to get some major attention — and it might be one of the only reminders of the events that were to transpire.

[oksimone]

@eleutherixs *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The best way to decompress after a long work day was to grab Sihyun and go shopping — for things they most definitely didn’t need, of course. From makeup to handbags to clothes, Sihyun and Simone did it all. And after blistered feet and tired legs, they still had things to talk and gossip about. Saying goodbye was always the hardest part. 

Their first stop was Sephora, where Simone was on the hunt for new products to (hopefully) rave about during her next Instagram story dedicated to her fans’ questions. Simone prided herself in her glowing skin and minimal makeup, and even though she had a routine that made her look flawless without even trying, where was the fun in sticking to the same products all the time? The best part about the beauty world was the constant new releases, and Simone needed to try them all — for her job, obviously.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in f o r e v e r,” Simone dragged out the last part, though truth be told, they’d seen each other just a few days ago. The two could barely part ways for more than 48 hours without ‘I miss you’ text messages and hype comments on each other’s photos. “How’s the club going?” Before Simone could even finish her question, she gasped. “You have to try this — I shit you not, it’s like, the most amazing glow from within ever. It’ll make your skin look even more perfect than it already is!” 

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ofhypnos‌:

One of Sebastian’s favorite things about Kaos was the tranquility. For an island that was named what it was, Kaos overall was picturesque and early mornings were the best time to just soak in all of the beauty the island had to offer. It was why Sebastian often found himself roaming in the early hours of the morning through the narrow, cobblestoned streets. ( Definitely not because he would fall asleep in odd places at all hours of the night ). Such was his routine this fine morning when he had awoken to watch the sun rise and then made his way to his favorite cafe for a pastry and some coffee.

He had made his order, sipped his coffee and at some point, he must have fallen asleep again because the next thing he knew, a loud ding was awakening him from his slumber. Sebastian blinked his eyes slowly as he tried to determine where he was and what exactly was happening. His eyes focused in on the very irritated individual hovering over the counter. He yawned and stood up, rubbing his eyes. “I think it’s one of those trick wifi passwords that you just type a space and hit enter,” Sebastian mumbled as he approached the other. “You look like you could use a tyropita… I don’t mind buying if you want one. I have rewards points I can use.” 

A small smile started to form at the petite girl’s lips when she heard the utterance of another customer. Simone turned her head quickly to meet the eyes of the person responding, and noticed he looked slightly groggy — his eyes were still hooded as if he was awoken from a nap, and they were blinking slowly.

“Oh... oh, yeah, I totally know what you mean!” She responded, and this time her tone was more chipper. Simone was easily excitable  — especially when things were going her way. She placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, staring into his eyes. “You are a lifesaver.”

With this turn of events, Simone face relaxed into the soft and glowing composition it normally had. Fiddling with the laptop in her hand, she threw the top open and began typing furiously. The mere mention of a delicious treat made her halt in her tracks, mouth seeming to water as if on command.

“Mmm, that does sound delicious right about now,” Simone pursed her lips and nodded. “I guess I can’t say no to that, can I?” Her smile returned almost immediately. “But only if I can make it up to you one of these days! Truly, you saved my life — I wouldn’t be able to make this deadline without you!”

[oksimone]

@lcvesomehow​​ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Simone loved the energy of night life. It was like champagne bubbling underneath the cork, and when it blew — POP! — there was an explosion of sweet carbonation. She always felt the fizzle in her limbs as she moved to the beat of the bass, and the energy tonight was electrifying. Sweaty bodies moving as one in a rhythmic motion — it was absolutely contagious. 

The brunette was dancing alone in the middle of the floor, though she had never felt less alone in her life. She was surrounded by strangers, and yet, they felt like family, like home. Her friends were somewhere in the club, their location unbeknownst to her, but she knew she would find her way back to them. She always did. 

One song faded seamlessly into the next, and Simone noticed the fizzling sensation in her body starting to come to a halt. This called for another drink, because in her mind, it was practically illegal to let this buzz escape her. This was the best night out she’d had in a while, and a quick shot —or two, or three — would keep her running on the same energy for the rest of the night — er, well, morning.

Simone’s chunky black boots clacked as they collided with the dance floor, each step echoing louder as she floated further and further away from the DJ. She was set up in the VIP section, where the bartenders were of high demand, but quick and skillful in their craft. Her silver sparkling dress was a little much for Kaos, but it was perfect for Simone — except for the dainty, thin straps that continued to fall down, exposing her bare shoulder and pale, glowing décolletage.

Moving past the final group of bodies, Simone noticed a face that was all too familiar. Camden. Of course they’d seen each other once or twice on the island already, but it was always nice to bump into an old friend — and snap and Instagram photo while she’s at it. She could see that he too was living in the bubbling excitement of the night, and he looked... kinda good. 

Simone waited a beat before waltzing over to Cam, and it didn’t take long for them to lock eyes. 

“Hey, stranger!” she started, shouting above the booming music. “You look like you’re having fun!”

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​open starter *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

      A storm was raging inside Simone — albeit a small and less frightening one than you would image by the deep crease between her brows, the scowl pulling at her lips, and the low utterance of curse words under her breath.

    The wifi at her apartment was OUT.

    Normally, Simone would use this as an excuse to leave the confines of her apartment, where the well lit rooms glowed as the daylight spilled in through the large glass windows. Each morning, after the routine of rolling out of bed at ten in the morning, dragging her feet to the coffee machine and watching as the dark liquid spilled into her mug, Simone would sit at her desk and read emails, catch up on the current happenings of social media, reply to Instagram comments, and schedule her next photoshoot.

     But today was a deadline — and these were the days Simone hated the most. She’d tell you it was because they were stressful because brands always wanted so much from you even though they pay so little, but really it was because these days required actual work. Back and forth emails with brand employees, last minute changes, the possible filter changes — the thought was putting her in an even worse mood.

     Finally, Simone found the nearby cafe and practically threw herself into the double doors, causing the bell on top of the door to DING loudly with her entrance. Laptop in hand, she stepped forward to the front desk — which was empty. She lifted the large, round sunglasses off of her face and placed them on top of her head, allowing her dark brown locks to be tucked behind the temples of the frame. She waited a few more seconds before grunting.

     “Does anyone know the wifi password in here?!”

[oksimone]

Fall Out Boy - Americas Suitehearts

[oksimone]

✧･ﾟ(   aglaia + natalia dyer + she/her   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   simone aldridge  ) around ? (   she  ) have/has been in kaos for (   one year   ). the (   twenty-five year old  ) is a/an (   influencer/“model”   ) from (   new york city, usa ). people say they can be (   narcissistic   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   generous   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the heavy scent of expensive perfume, the shine of naturally dewy skin, and an overexposed instagram filter   ).  ･ﾟ✧  

hiiii everyone! i’m amanda, i’m 23, and i am so excited for you to meet my little lamb simone! you know those influencers that are just, like, taking over the world... yeah she’s every stereotype you can think of, but she’s not too bad when you get to meet her! anyway, i’m so excited to be here, but i can’t lie to y’all... i’ve been out of the rp game for a very, very, very long time - so i apologize in advance if i’m not as ･ﾟ✧ aesthetic ✧･ﾟ and glam and perf as all of you!! i will catch on eventually!! ok i’m done rambling now i promise! under the cut you’ll find more info on simone. my inbox is always open so please feel free to hit me up so we can do all the plots! xx

• • • about • • •

simone rose aldridge was born on november 11, 1994

this makes her a scorpio 

simone’s father immigrated from london, england and became an entrepreneur, securing his place in the top 1% quite quickly

simone’s mother was a famous supermodel. she has walked new york fashion week countless times, and has graced the cover of vogue, elle, and many, many more

because of this, her mother instilled in her from a very young age that her beauty is her biggest asset

because of simone’s privileged life, she has had many things handed to her - including money, connections, and college acceptances

this also means that her parents were hardly around when she was growing up, and tended to throw money and gifts at her to show their love and admiration 

with that she has spent her allowance on shoes, makeup, clothes, and photography sessions, made connections in high places for brand deals, and spent a G R A N D total of one semester at FIT for fashion merchandising 

she’ll tell you she left FIT because it was stuffy and boring and unnecessary because she already knew everything the professor was talking about - but in reality it was just so hard having to show up to campus five days a week

simone has never been able to hold a real job. ever.

simone also has no interest or drive to work a regular nine to five anyway

because of this, and because of her already growing instagram following, simone became an influencer because she already liked being in front of a camera, and somehow had a real knack for selling a product (aka her trips to Sephora with friends, convincing them they had to have that $300 face cream because it changed. her. life.)

simone has over 170K followers on instagram and that number is climbing quickly

simone has had brand deals with major makeup, lifestyle, and fashion brands

with all of these sponsorship and brand deals, simone gets a billion packages a day (this is a slight over exaggeration - but this girl gets a shit ton of free products) so it’s likely that once you visit her apartment she’ll give you a goodie bag to take home with you

simone’s apartment is a fucking. mess. she lives in an “organized chaos” because it lets her be “free” - but in reality she’s just always had a maid and a nanny to clean up after her so she has no idea how to do it for herself 

while on the outside simone’s life looks perfect: daily beach photoshoots, tons of money, a thriving social life, simone is deeply sad and lonely. she like to cover this up with the facade of a perfect life

simone is so eager to make friends and seem admirable that she is likely to offer you something (free lunch, shopping spree, expensive crap from her apartment, etc) so she can call you a friend 

• • • connections • • •

i’m super duper down for anything, but here are a few connections i thought might be fun to try out! 

simone’s photographer - someone who pretty much knows how to point and shoot (simone will direct the whole damn photoshoot anyway), but more importantly, someone who can then become a close friend to simone - and someone who doesn’t mind spending a lot of time with her

simone’s main enabler - you know, the one she goes on tons of shopping sprees with, like “omg girl you N E E D that tenth Gucci purse! It’s so you!” and just solidifies her ego, listens to all of her nagging, the one that tells her everything she wants to hear, goes out to the club with her like every. single. night. you get what i’m saying

simone’s “back in the day” connection - maybe they crossed paths before at some point in nyc, or anywhere in the world because trust me she’s been just about everywhere. they can be enemies, friendly, acquaintances, bffs, you name it! 

ANYTHING - literally if you’ve got a plot idea and you wanna share it feel free to message me! i’d love to hear it! she’s been on the island for a year so gimmie some ex’s, past hookups, current hookups, etc! 

[oksimone]

alexa, play “the man” by taylor swift