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ELENA EYED THE blond stud in front of her, watching him getting all hot and bothered from preparing for today’s lavish event. Since when did Kieran worry about what he wore? Everyone knew he looked good in whatever clothing he had on. But without it, he looked even better. “Oh, trust me,” she mumbled under her breath, “if I could pick so, I’d make you wear nothing at all.” Her fingers skimmed through fabrics and fabrics of shirts, stopping at the plush feel of cotton. “Apparently, you’re overthinking it.” Elena sat up from the bed and made her way to the agitated blond. “You look good in anything. And, I do too. That’s why we’re friends.” She held the shirt up in front of him and lowered her voice, a raspy hush used in secret exchanges. “Besides, we both know that we won’t stay there long.” She inched closer to him, just close enough to smell that familiar, sweet scent of musk and sea breeze. “That’s not where the real party is at, no?” A wicked glint sparkled in her eyes, making their blues turn darker. Elena and Kieran always did love the wildest parties; they were simply better places for trouble. And better places to look for pretty people. Elena tsked, rolling her eyes in faux jealousy. Or maybe she really was. “Took you long enough to notice, you jerk. You’ve been around gaudy models so much that I already look plain in your eyes.” Her lips pulled into a pout. “Really, Kieran, shame on you.”

“I can’t find anything to wear,” he complained, digging through his abundance of shirts, tossing some options onto the bed beside where Elena sat. “Pick one; I’m going to rip out my hair if I have to decide.” He walks over to his nightstand, picking up a few rings and slipping them onto his fingers. “Apparently this place is really high end, though I’m sure they just mean wine that’s over a hundred and a piece of steak so small it could feed a hamster for over eighty.” In reality, he had no desire to attend the opening of this restaurant, but his father had asked him to do so. He needed to make a good impression and what better way to do that then showing up fashionably late with a beauty on his arm? “You look great by the way, did I say that when you came in?” @elenamauryx

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HER MIND STILL swirled with memories of last night’s reckless partying and even more reckless drinking. Elena was still nursing a splitting headache that basically made her stumble her way through campus just to get to her class. A 7 a.m. class. How stupid can this be? Apparently, the only thing more stupid than her bore of a class was the asshole himself, Gabe fucking Leitner. He actually fell for all this Gen-Ed bullshit. “Oh, you think that’s bad? Trust me, being in your presence is much worse.” She sneered, rolling her eyes at his sorry excuse of small talk. If only Elena had been sober enough to get to class early then she would have gotten a better seat. Somewhere far away from Satan’s spawn himself. “I’m not surprised that people hate you this much to actually avoid sitting next to you.” Elena turned to him, lips curving into a wicked smirk. Clearly, she was pushing his buttons and boy, did she love getting him all worked up from a few jabs here and there. “God knows how insufferable you are.”

January felt like a fake month to Gabe, for sure. A filler month. The time when, after the partying and the drinking and whatever unmentionables pass from the last day of the year, the next is just barely nursed with the sucker punch realization that you’ve survived another year in the century. New Year’s resolutions of diets, social media detoxes, character improvements were scattered on the pages of the girl across from him, prim and proper in a bullet journal. Gabe rolled his eyes. He blinked owlishly at the professor, wondering how in God’s earth he’d manage to be this old and be somehow this stupid enough to not knock out his gen-eds in first year. There he was, sat in Astronomy 101, the initial signup had brought him hopes of learning the entry level perks of what NASA might provide, though now he was only realizing the amount of arithmetic he’d had to deal with. “Gen-eds are a fucking crime,” he mumbled to the person next to him, who hadn’t seem to being paying much attention either. “Only Syllabus week and I’m this close to dropping this class. Or just, you know, flat out leave.”

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“She wears sunshine like a halo all over her and she has a sky of stars in her eyes. And when she gives you just a half smile, somehow you just cannot take your eyes off of her.”

— L.W. // Something lovely about her half smile (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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I’m sorry, but I’m not going. Archie, you shouldn’t be alone right now. You’re angry and hurting and probably terrified. I know I am.

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original characters: Mariella

I was an angel, living in the garden of evil

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The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

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H E Y ! Here’s my muse Elena Amaury, the poster child for society’s perfect girl ( or so it seems. ) Everyone simply adores her because she’s “great at everything.” But really, she’s a fucked-up mess of chaotic goodness—some days, she wants to see the world crash and burn. By her hands, of course. 

People see her as this seemingly perfect and put-together girl because of her well-established family background. Her father is a feared powerful politician, while her mother is basically the hound queen of the news media. Elena takes after them, of course. Cunning and crooked they may be, she treats them as her role models. She’d do anything to keep her family safe. Anything.

Don’t let her angelic facade fool you because she actually has some lowkey queen bee traits of her own—vindictive, devious, harsh. You know, the works. But only when she’s provoked. When in doubt, the claws come out. She is her parents’ daughter, after all, and she has a few tricks up her sleeves when it comes to playing dirty. At the end of the day, Elena always gets her way. 

Her privileged lifestyle resulted to her hedonistic ways. Elena values her happiness, especially those concerning matters of the heart. She knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty to get them. Elena is an Amaury after all so, she knows her way around things. One may even call her selfish, but she is just being secure.

Elena likes testing people, whether it be through fun flirtation or witty banters. There’s always a certain satisfaction in fully knowing the other through their behavior. Elena has always been one so observant, attentive to the things that most people overlook. Just like her. She’s sometimes dismissed as another society girl, one so naive like a hothouse flower but really, she’s the thorn underneath the delicate plant. And there’s nothing she’d like more than to prove people wrong.

Elena likes having a good time, that’s why she’s one to frequent parties. She loves the thrill and excitement of it all, the trouble that comes with the mischief. She becomes a different kind of wild in such moments. Of course, she never gets in trouble because she’s good at covering her tracks. Elena’s that one friend that never gets in trouble and/or can always get you out of trouble. 

Elena hates showing her vulnerable side to anyone. As such, she bottles up all her emotions and seemingly never cries. She’d rather die than let anyone see how distraught she is. Her parents taught her to toughen up her act or else she’d be a sorry little prey for the world to taint and ruin.

p l a t o n i c 

best friends a.k.a. s q u a d: I need some serious girl power + “women supporting women” moments. I love the different personality or same personality friendship dynamics!

archenemy (f): maybe there’s some history there, a sort of competition or family rivalry that made them loathe each other. they’re always exchanging scathing remarks.

r o m a n t i c 

“birds of the same feather, flock together” (m): they share common interests, maybe even lifestyle so go crazy!

childhood sweetheart (m): one with lingering feelings bc who doesn’t love drama? will they or won’t they work it out?

the Romeo to her Juliet: they have a history of family rivalry. they’re supposed to hate each other, but they can’t help but be drawn to each other!

the guy she loves to hate: they always butt heads. they can’t stand each other. but eventually, feelings get in the way.

flirtationship (m): will they or won’t they? people ship them with each other, but how long will this game last?

didn’t see anything you like? check this out for more romantic plots!

I’m a sucker for drama. Give me angst. Give me fluff. A N Y T H I N G ! The more connections for my muse, the better. So, HMU or like this if you want to plot!

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“I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels.”

— (via nixsyreni)

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all your gods are teenage girls: romaana, goddess of elegance

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#me when someone asks me to do one thing