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ZOEY:

     ZOEY shrugged his arm off and groaned, teeth bared in disgust. ❝ i’d rather gargle vinegar, ❞ she said, bending over to retie her shoe. ❝ so who did you kill or – god forbid – screw to get alex a number with rory? ❞

❝ IF god doesn’t want me to fuck, then why does he keep supplying me with pussy ? ❞ Ryker scrunched up his nose, a devilish grin teetering on the verge of a smile. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, knowing well enough that slapping Zoey’s ass would come with a free spot on the next obituary.  ❝ And I would just call this luck, little red. No fucking involved, in relation to this anyway. ❞

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send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist

bonus if you explain how each song might describe our muses!

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❝ OH no, ❞ Ryker weakly feigned surprise, his palm resting against the spot above his heart. ❝ Can you believe they’re making us take time, out of our busy schedules, to practice this dance together ? Tragic. ❞ His faux pout soon transformed into a satisfied smirk, and he lazily threw his arm around her shoulders. ( @zceysimone )

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▲✿ romy pls & ty

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

STRYKER  she got pussy from the top to the bottom

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

STRYKER   why don’t you let daddy ryker take care of it 😜😜😜

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☂

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

@STRYKER: @jdylansimon why aren’t you on treblamkers yet??

@STRYKER: listen @jdylansimon, if you teach me some of your fancy dance moves, I will send you a pdf version of the 1,000 ways I can pick up girls in under three minutes.

@STRYKER: plot twist: @jdylansimon​ is my real dad and is an actor in order to feel closer to his son

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☂️✿ ( zoey )

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

@STRYKER: @zceysimone I CHANGED MY MIND PLEASE GET ME AN ICED COFFEE

@STRYKER: how are you the only one that can resist my advances? @zceysimone

@STRYKER: tune in to #treblemakers on friday to see the lovely @zceysimone exist for like thirty minutes???

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

STRYKER you would know what it does if you gave it a chance

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social media meme ;;

send me a ★ for a facebook status from my muse to yours

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse

send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

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rvmys:

as cool and collected as romy liked to play it, her eyes always managed to show her weakness. specifically for ryker as her honey irises zeroed in on his lips, all but relishing in the way his biting on them had left them plump and perfectly kissable. her red dress rode up high on her thigh as she crossed one leg over the other, exposing him to more bare flesh and a glowing tan straight from her time spent away from hollywood’s prying lenses in the french riviera. leaning in closer to him, one hand lightly gripped at his forearm while she brought her lips to his ear, ❛ buy me a drink and i’ll be more than willing to consider taking another test-drive, ❜ she told him, lips lightly grazing his ear lobe before pulling away with a coy grin. there’d always been something about the blond that romy just couldn’t quit. he knew it, she knew it. it didn’t take a genius.

HEAT rose to his cheeks, spreading down to his collarbones like a forest fire, Ryker certainly had a type, like most men did, but Romy couldn’t even be classified into a general grouping — she was something out of this world, especially to someone who is in the habit of surrounding himself with similar, bubbly blondes. He caught sight of the slight rise in her dress, pupils steadily overtaking his baby blue irises. With a rap of Ryker’s knuckles on the table, the bartender was cued to make another round of drinks, a trick the two had silently agreed upon within the time they shared together in this bar. ❝ You’re gonna be the death of me, Hassan. ❞ He breathed out, sliding his palm over the expanse of her thigh without an ounce of hesitation. His other hand reached out to cradle her chin, swiping his thumb over the corner of her lips. ❝ Good thing we’ll both go out with a bang, right ? ❞

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RYKER was amused, teeth tugging at the corner of his lip as he admired the disgusted, annoyed look her security guard gave to her. It was obvious that she has dismissed one too many times before, but the pay was probably incredible for a Hassan bodyguard. Icy blues were hidden by long, blond lashes, fluttering oh-so slowly with the warm whiskey washing through his veins, cleansing him of any thoughts that could plague him tonight. ❝ Oh, I’m sure I did, ❞ Ryker whispered, curling his fingers around the slim, brass legs of Romy’s chair, pulling her even closer to him just by her seat. ❝ A face like this doesn’t just come out of nowhere. ❞ He bit his lip even harder, trying to control the proud grin fighting for dominance. ❝ If you’re still feeling skeptical, you can take a seat and find out what kind of experience comes with age. ❞ He patted his cheek, making sure she knew exactly where the set was.

placing her glass on the granite counter top before her, the honey haired beauty licked at her lips as she’d approached the bar, ❛ listen lionel — you’re great and all but if i needed a baby sitter, i’d have one. now be a good boy and find something else to do. circle the perimeter, go get a blowie in the bathroom, i don’t care. just please get lost so i can catch up with my friend here, ❜  she urged over the thrum of the bass, dismissing the hovering security detail away with a toss of her hair as she took a seat and shifted her attention towards the chosen figure at the club’s bar, one silk wrapped heel tucking comfortably beneath its twin. ❛ i know i’ve been away for a bit, but damn, did you look like this the last time i saw you? ❜ she cooed, beckoning the bartender over with a flirtatious come hither curl of her finger.

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Favorite holiday dish?

❝ PUSSY. ❞

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any regrets?

❝ My first manager. ❞

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three people at zenith you'd sleep with if there were no consequences?

❝ oh god, i’d have to say @islcs, @adrixnas, and @trujillcs. ❞

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[ text ]: You need to stop shouting about Communism in public places.

[ text ]: You need to stop shouting about Communism in public places.

TEXT: WELL NO ONE WILL TELL EM WHAT IT ISTEXT: THEY’LL BE FORCED TO IF I KEEP SHOUTING ABOUT IT RIGHT?TEXT: AM I WRONG?

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[ text ]: I was just legitimately asked if Human was a form of meat. (Lottie)

[ text ]: I was just legitimately asked if Human was a form of meat.

TEXT: well, i meanTEXT: if they’re looking for meat, they’ve come to the right guy.

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