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have family coming out of the country for the holidays so please bear with me bein half-on half-off for the next few days :(

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Elias half-stumbled into the designated bathroom, before making a face at his company and closing the door. “You know how many bathrooms there are in here? I think my spidey-GPS is failing me. Tony Stark owes me an explanation as well as post-trauma money. I haven’t felt more like that Mr. Krabs meme than I do right now.” Elias rambled wildly, liquid courage and the adrenaline of escaping death mixing dangerously within him. “I take it your night isn’t incredibly eventful?” Eli gestured to her blunt, before advancing towards her with hands cheesily placed at his side. “Fear no longer, human. Spaddy is here to rescue you from your inevitable doom.” @mvgnolias

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maggie: im fucking pennywise the clown on the sink

maggie: im getting high what kind of things do u do in the bathroom???

eli: wow i didnt know the squeal was out already

eli: omg. sequel

eli: ok o k i will use my primal instincts nd internal compmass 2 find u

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✉   → maggie

maggie: hats off to her for being resourceful

maggie: im currently hiding in a bathroom if u want to join

eli: what on earth are u doing in a bathroom

eli: wait no don't answer that

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lanajvmeson:

Tipping her head back with another runaway bout of laughter, Lana found her features yet again plastered with the kind of infectious smile that lyricists would scrawl out lines about on restaurant napkins. “Stop, what the fuck? People will think you’re performing a mating call. They’ll start throwing themselves onto all fours and charging for you like Remus Lupin mid transformation.” Eyebrows knitting together in a subtle sulk at the slow shift of the rhythm around them, Lana narrowed her eyes at the fact that they’d unknowingly stumbled into the scene of a slow dance. Regardless, she didn’t put up any form of objection, settling, instead, for stretching her arms up so she could loop them delicately around his neck. “God. Do you have to be so tall? Inconsiderate,” she complained playfully, feet pushed up onto her tiptoes just so that her wrists didn’t have to uncomfortably strain. Wide eyes blinking curiously up at him, they averted away once their gazes locked, eager to avoid him truly seeing her for any longer than necessary. It was strange, really – considering how much of a show she made of herself for all to feast their eyes on, she always got wildly unnerved when people actually saw through the circus acts to the real person hiding underneath. “Can I ask you a question, Eli? Promise not to laugh. It’s… serious, kind of. Rare, I know.”

“I’d offer to crouch down for you, but watching you struggle is far more entertaining.” Playful smile remained. Upon her wrists wrapping around his neck, Elias’ hands found their way to her waist, palms cradling her gingerly as if she’d break if mishandled. Dancing together was another one of the many things they’ve done before, but only at galas or formal family gatherings. Putting on their best-rehearsed honeymoon smiles and stealing glances at each other when they knew their parents were watching them was just the beginning of it. And it was by the end of the night where the two would part ways, once again, to succumb to the addictions that have long consumed them.

But this time, it felt different. It was more raw ━ if that was a word that could ever be used to describe the girl before him. No more plastered grins, just Eli and Lana. Despite the her quick glances, his eyes trained on hers. He didn’t feel nearly as uncomfortable holding her gaze as she seemingly did, his. “Serious,” Elias robotically repeated, as if the word which spilled from her mouth was in Mandarin. And perhaps it’d be less foreign to him if it was. “Yeah,” Eli nodded casually, resuming his practiced nonchalant facade. Raven-haired head sweetly tilted as thick brows knitted together, anticipating her question. “Go on.”

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eli: some drunken banshee is trying 2 make a molotov to throw at me

eli: sos sos sos

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frvnkievigo:

Entering the elevator once the doors opened, Frankie couldn’t help feel a slight hitch in her breathing at the thought of being in an enclosed space with Elias. Her eyes took in his every feature, the thick brows, his full lips, sharp cheekbones. His smile was enough to drive her had, and it was even more infuriating that he was the one person who didn’t seem to want her back. As the doors closed around them, she gave him a smile, slightly more tense than it usually was. She felt like a teenager fawning over a schoolgirl crush. 

The thought of her very recent breakup with Wesley put a flutter in her stomach. She didn’t want to think about him, not when Elias was standing right next to her. But when he spoke, she could almost detect a hint of flirtation in his voice that made her smile. “I bet there has been talk. And you’re interested in that kind of talk?” She teased him, red paint lips smirking at the boy. She let out a small laugh. “No, the sex wasn’t bad. But I just couldn’t stop thinking…” She said, stepping a bit closer to the boy. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with… other people.” She said, manicured hands reaching up to his bow tie to straighten it. “Hm. You smell good.”

“No, but would you prefer to bore me with details about the weather?” He challengingly quirked a brow, side-eyeing the doors of the elevator as they came to a synchronized close. Golden irises flickered over to daring chocolate ones, as she took a slow stride towards him. Elias thoughtfully chewed his bottom lip as Frankie tossed him a hint of a flirtatious smile. His eyes dropped down to study those tantalizing, painted lips. The things he would do to those lips. The raven-haired male tilted his head upwards at the sudden audacity of his company, which piqued him despite a lack of change in expression on his face. She was good, but he was better. Without much hesitation, Eli leaned forward into the brunette, reaching his left arm over her shoulder and splaying a hand against the cold surface of the elevator. Nimble thumb punched into the number four as an unspoken war between eyes remained. She smelled of expensive perfume and a dash of mint. Frankie looked a little different to him now than she did before. Perhaps it was the lighting, or maybe the fresh, panned in angle he was taking in of her. Or maybe, it was both. She seemed so fragile beneath him. Her complexion compared to a marble visage with the likes of the bust of Aphrodite, imperfect angle of a dim lightbulb giving off exaggerated shadows of those thick lashes. Elias couldn’t say he’d seen her like this before, his impatience was getting the best of him. Upon the slightest pull at his bowtie, Elias decided enough was enough.

second floor, third floor...

Right when Frankie tugged at Eli’s tie, in an almost cat-like movement, the male had grasped onto both dainty wrists with one much larger hand and pressed them into her front, pushing her bare back against the elevator with a muffled thud. His front merely grazed hers as her glossed lips now remained centimeters from his own. A hint of a smile tugged one side of his mouth upwards at her compliment. “I smell nicer with the tux off.”

A soft ding resounded in the elevator as they had reached the designated floor to the party. The wall of the elevator rumbled softly as the doors began to open. Elias dipped his head into where her jawline met her neck, voice going down into a callous whisper. “Oh, and don’t touch my tie.” He hovered against supple skin, fighting the overwhelming urge to mark it with his own teeth. The young man then pushed his torso off the shorter woman while releasing his grip on her tiny wrists. Teasing lips tossed a practiced poster-boy smile her way as expensive loafers promptly pivoted on heels and strolled past the open doors of the elevator. 

acquainted ❄ frankie & eli

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blakeknox:

“Thanks,” he said, though rolling his eyes at the other’s taunting. He relentlessly tormented by many, but Elias, he didn’t mind. “Thank you! What a fuckin’ compliment,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Yeah… supposedly,” he admitted. “It wasn’t as… I mean – shit…” he shrugged. “I don’t remember it, that’s the problem. Probably was me, though.”

“Keep rolling your eyes like that and they’ll stick that way,” Elias pointed, sloshing the liquor around in his glass. “If you don’t remember, how can you be sure it was you? A true artist always signs his hard work. Where’s your signature?” A playful grin remained on the junior’s features as he continued to sip his poison of the night.

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lanajvmeson:

“Stop! This is a serious matter of debate. You can’t just trample all over it with your… criticism,” Lana sighed melodramatically, resisting the urge to let her lips twitch into a small smile as she studied him. They were such opposites that sometimes, during rare points of conversations they’d have, it was almost overwhelming. She was the sun: golden and all encompassing, burning far too brightly for anyone to dare reach close enough to get a hold of, a blisteringly hot star that only ever blinded you if you looked too directly at the source of all that light. He, however, had always reminded her of those comets you’d camp out on mossy fields with a picnic blanket to spot, knees tugged close to your chest and fingers threaded together to keep them steady as your eyes combed the ink black night for signs of life. He barely let anyone glimpse the secret parts of him but when he did, it wasn’t something you were bound to forget about. It was special. Something worth waiting for. Startled out of her absent daydreaming by her own infectiously warm laugh, Lana tipped her head back before stilling her amusement somewhat with a delicate swat of her left hand at her coiffed auburn waves. “God. No need to repeat it like I just told you to backhand your grandma with a tinned hot dog. It was a good comparison. Emotive imagery,” came before she cleared her throat softly, throwing a hand out after to childishly tug at his with no apparent care for social boundaries. “Come and dance with me? I need a distraction from… things. Come on, one dance.”

“It’s just, you kinda put this disturbing image in my head that they start ━” Eli thoughtfully paused, holding up two extended index fingers at his chest; a rather obscene gesture for a pre-med student in a tux. “━ Flashing? Horrible pun, definitely not intended. Glowing like his finger does. As much as I’m down for this winter ball to turn into a furnace rave.” The male began to ramble himself. Lana tended to seldom bring out the more talkative side of Elias, making him feel comfortable in his company was something she was very good at. Upon her tugging at his arm, Elias let out a chuckle and followed his companion to the floor without much protest. If it wasn’t her, he might’ve put up more of a fight. “Only because I’m the best dance partner you’re gonna have tonight.”

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why are you so fuckin sexy

Easy, big guy. Buy me a drink first.

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3 things you wish you could have said but didn't to 3 separate people, without naming who they are

1, You ate my last donut so I kinda fucked your girlfriend.2, If you were wondering, yeah, I saw you in that room. And I heard everything you said. Sue me.3, We may have known each other since we were kids, but you’re sort of a stranger to me now. But that’s just how you are with everyone these days. Right?

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describe the two people you're closest to as colors

Yellow, just very cheery and optimistic. Kind of naive, but got a smile that could brighten up the room. Cheeseball, huh? I make myself cringe sometimes.

And for the second one, black. You know when they said they found a color darker than black? Probably that. There’s absolutely no helping this kid.

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no strings attached, who would u hook up with?

You, anon. Strings attached. The whole nine yards. Marry me.

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lanajvmeson:

“Wrow,” Lana drawled in an uncanny tribute to Owen Wilson, nodding along softly. “I totally didn’t know you were a doctor, Elias. I’m learning so much today. This truly is the year of realising things, just like Kylie Jenner predicted. Hey, um, speaking of, is she pregnant or what? She’s such a goblin. She needs to just confirm it or, frankly, get fucked.” Sidling up to the bar once it was her turn to order, she restlessly smoothed the tips of her fingers along the top of it, pulling them up afterwards to inspect for dust. “I knew a guy that got, like, blinded by a tit once. He’d probably see harm in them. I mean, that might’ve just been a rumour, but I choose to believe it. His girlfriend had a nip slip at a party and it fully swung out and poked him in the eye like E.T.’s finger.”

“If she’s pregnant, isn’t that exactly what she did? Get fucked?” Elias furrowed his brows inquisitively while letting out a soft chuckle. Whiskey brimmed his bottom lip and left behind an all-too-familiar sting as it seeped down his throat. It was no mystery that Eli was his most social with drink in hand, anyone was. “Then I suppose he had your best interest in mind when cranking up the temperature. That way when tits go flinging, you could really make sure that no one’s going to get an eye poked out with ━” Elias paused awkwardly, reluctantly finishing his sentence, “━ E.T.’s... finger.” 

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blakeknox:

Blake laughed, nodding his head once in thank you. “Thanks man, I owe you,” he said, and he would pay him back with another drink later on. That was just the kind of person Blake was. “I mean, it’s just because I was suspended for vandalism I don’t remember doing.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Something to make you look a little less miserable,” a nonchalant hand waved, before picking his glass of blended whiskey off the table. “The neck down, though? Spot on. You got me wanting to recite the Godfather to you.” Elias quirked a playful brow before sipping golden tonic. At the mention of vandalism from the other’s mouth, Elias threw Blake an incredulous glance before having a laughing fit. “Wait, that was you?”