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tatumxwells‌:

It had been a long while since Tatum had been dragged to business dinners. As a teen, Tatum was brought along to many events, in hopes that the eldest Wells daughter would follow in her father’s footsteps and become a businesswoman. The cop clearly chose a different path, but was grateful to her father to introducing her to many different people, and had become close to the other teenagers and young adults who had been dragged to the same events. Emmett was one of them. Their fathers had crossed path at many events, allowing them to become friendly over the years and keep in touch. The brunette slid into the booth across from the man, sighing exasperatedly. “I’m sorry I’m late. Suspect interrogation went a little long. Have you been here long?”

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“Only forever,” Emmett was quick to quip as he watched the familiar brunette take a seat across from him. He wouldn’t normally be at such ease to make jokes or be more relaxed, but when it came to Tatum it was a different story. “What was it this time?  Local cannibal? Italian mob boss? Or a small time crook? Pickpocket? Even if they were a mass murderer, I’d like to think I deserve your time of day a little bit better,”. There was a boyish smirk on Emmett’s face to let her know he was only teasing — and clearly enjoying it a bit too much. “You wanna order first? You look peckish and the last thing I need is for you to faint. Because if you’re counting on me to save you, you’re gonna be shit out of luck,”. 

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amarixdavid‌:

Amari hadn’t seen Emmett since they’d decided to end their arrangement. Despite wanting to keep her options open, she’d formed feelings for Emmett that she just had to let out, and when things didn’t go as well as she’d expected, she basically walked out of his life without a backwards glance. The brunette didn’t care enough about one fling’s ending when she had others to fall back on. She’d managed to go almost six weeks without sight or mention of the man since their arrangement ended, and Amari liked it that way.

The brunette was leaving rehearsal, dance bag slung over her shoulder casually. She was in desperate need for caffeine, and her favorite coffee shop was less than a block away. She jogged there to get out of the chilly winter air, ducking into the café quickly. She fell into line behind several other patrons, sighing. “I swear, this café used to be so low-key.” She commented to the person who had stepped up behind her in line, glancing over her shoulder quickly. It took a moment to register the face, and she forced a smile once she recognized who it was. “Oh. Hi.”

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Emmett could feel a headache radiating from behind his eyes. It wasn’t that this particular day was more hectic than usual — truth be told, every day of running the restaurant equated to high stress. The culprit for why this day felt longer than most was because he had just found out his father was visiting soon. That in itself called for a heavy handed and strong drink. Alas, it was still too early to visit a bar, so Emmett had to resort to his favorite cafe. Normally, he wouldn’t venture to it because the lone person who introduced him to this particular cafe was someone he didn’t care to run into again. He figured he would take the chance today though considering the lesser of two evils was the sight of Amari. Lo and behold, as the universe seemed to love playing games on it, he recognized the girl’s voice within seconds of hearing it. “....Hi,” he gave reluctantly, albeit a slight tug of a grin to his lips. “I take it I’m one of the people who’s making it more, uh high-key? But I’m not going to apologize when the dark roast here is the only thing that’s going to keep me going for the rest of the day,”.

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stvrbriight‌:

— “ on the basis that i hate most people, yes, yes you should be, ” vala shrugged, resting her chin against her palm. “ i’m self-aware, ” vala smirked. “ ah, no wonder i like you so much, ” she grinned.

Emmett returned a smirk too as he garnished the drink with a sprig of mint before placing it before Vala. “Gee, you’re going to make me blush,” he gave sarcastically to tease. “Give it time. You’ll find me irritating soon enough. Or maybe if I didn’t make this cocktail right you’ll turn away after one sip,”. He lifted a second glass of his own to clink against hers before taking a sip. 

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carlottav-f‌:

Part of Carlotta internally panicked that his grin was because he found her ridiculous, but something about Emmett’s way of speaking was enough to calm her instantly down from that. Breathing a sigh of relief she giggled a bit, biting her bottom lip with her teeth, glancing down at her plate before meeting his eyes once more. Something about being in front of a man who was willing to show her a little bit of attention gave her a rush of endorphins, because at home she was constantly vying for attention from someone who was meant to love her, but hardly even glanced at her anymore. “It does make me feel better actually, you’ll have to fill me in on what you’ve learnt, I promise I’ll try to keep up.” The blonde joked with her ditzy laugh, watching the second glass of wine being poured before taking a sip of her own, he was right it was certainly a good wine. Not that she had any idea if she actually paired well with her food, it was…well it was a liquid just like other wine, but she wasn’t going to say that because it would sound incredibly dumb. Plus he might stop talking to her if she showed disinterest in wine and food pairing, people had stopped talking to her for a lot less in the past. “Emmett Lovas, I lovas your name…” It was a lame joke, but it was very on brand for Carlotta that was for sure. “Down to earth, that’s a good thing right? I just don’t think there is any point in being mean to people, sure I have pretty dresses and all the jewellery, but I put my shoes on one at a time like everyone else! They are slip ons so it’s fast, but still!” She stuck one foot out slightly from under the table to show her heeled pump, smirking but with an elegance.

“Oh, you don’t want that,” Emmett was quick to shake his head with a light laugh. “Once I start talking about anything food or drink related, I don’t stop. And that’s saying a lot considering I don’t particularly enjoy making small talk,”. A sheepish sort of grin now replaced his expression as he looked at the blonde, hoping she wasn’t offended at all in thinking this was only ‘small talk’. Truth be told, he never bothered making such an effort to socialize with anyone. This was certainly an exception — one he was willing to make considering there was just something about the woman that drew him in. Emmett winced playfully at the corniness of the joke. “I wish I could say that’s the first time I’ve heard that one. It’s better than hearing people in high school say ‘Emmett loves —”,” he stopped himself. It was a joke in poor taste and certainly not one that needed to be mentioned in front of someone he only just met. It was unlike himself to give humiliating information to anyone so freely. Clearing his throat at how he embarrassed himself, Emmett shook his head and diverted the conversation. “You can say that, and I definitely believe you. But it doesn’t mean everyone sees it your way. Haven’t you ever met people who are mean for no reason? Snobby or has that holier-than-thou attitude? Sometimes they don’t even spare a minute of their time to say hello or talk to you. People have come in and just seen me as someone who’s here to serve them, and once they’re done, they don’t bother with me. It’s kind of stuck up, but not like I can turn away the business,”. 

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carlottav-f‌:

Taking another sip of the red wine the blonde’s attention diverted to something else, watching a girl who couldn’t be more than ten eating with her parents across the room, smiling because it was her hope that one day that would be her family. She slid so far back into her own thoughts the socialite didn’t even notice the familiar man heading towards her table, not until a shadow fell across the pristine white table cloth that lay on it. Glancing up her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, for no logical explanation other than he was incredibly handsome and she was more than a little starved of attention. Not speaking as he popped the cork out of the wine he’d brought with the ease only a restaurant owner could have, her blonde eyes sparkled in the light of the candle on her table, as did his. “Well, it’s my favourite thing on the menu, it’s perfectly balanced.” A blush quickly creeping up her neck as he commented on her wine choice, it had never been her strong point, but that didn’t make her misstep any less embarrassing. “Oh…I don’t really…wine isn’t really my…” Catching his smile just a beat later she broke out into her own, chuckling. “You’re teasing me….that makes sense. I’m not going to say no to trying a good wine though. Will you sit with me and have a glass?” She asked sweetly, gesturing to the second chair at the table which every time she was here sat empty. “Please….uh?” Carlotta broke off, realising she had no idea what his name was. 

Emmett couldn’t help but grin widely at the fact it was her favourite dish. Though he wasn’t the chef, that dish and a small handful of others on the menu were his own unique creations. It was in collaborating with his head chef that they were able to turn his ideas into reality. The way the flavours mixed together, playful yet richly delicious — Emmett derived the most joy from creating these dishes. “Just a little bit. But if it makes you feel any better, I’m only just starting to learn more about wine pairings from my own Maitre'D,”. He had only intended to pour her a glass of wine so that she would enjoy her night a little more. Admittedly, Emmett was slightly taken aback by the offer to sit with her, though he had no qualms about it. Nodding, he waved a member of his staff over for a second glass that arrived promptly as he poured himself a helping of wine. “Emmett. Lovas,”. he sat across the blonde with a slight sigh of comfort. It was nice being off his feet. “And you — well  I’d be a terrible host if I didn’t know the name of one of my best patrons. Your reputation definitely precedes you but I have to be honest....”. Emmett cleared his throat as if he were to say something serious, before a crack of a grin lifted his cheeks. “Most socialites and celebrities I meet can be pretty ... difficult. You have to be the most down to earth and approachable one I’ve met so far,”. 

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carlottav-f‌:

Carlotta didn’t have many friends, it’s not that she wasn’t surrounded by people a lot, oh no she almost spent too much time around people what with the charity events and lunches she had to go to to keep up face. It was more than she didn’t know who she could talk candidly to because everyone in her social life was waiting to be able to tear her down. After all socialites were often the most catty of people, but she just had too pure of a heart to buy into that way of life, even if she did love the shoes and clothes just as much as everyone else. Sitting in her favourite restaurant alone she ran her slim finger down the stem of her wineglass, staring into the dark red liquid with a pensive expression, mind a million miles away despite the buzzing chatter around her from other diners who were mostly in pairs or groups. She was alone, which was unusual, but David was away and she was hardly going to bring Ivy out to a fancy restaurant at nine o’clock at night.

Looking up with her bright blue eyes she scanned around the various faces assessing their fashion choices and hair and make up choices, a passive smile on her face as she sipped her wine elegantly. Eyes clapping on a familiar figure it was a man she’d never spoken to before but always seemed to be hovering around, confidant and in control, he was a striking figure that was for sure. Sometimes her mind wandered to his face even when she wasn’t at the eatery, wondering things about him when her mind drifted during her day to day life. Offering a polite smile she held his gaze for a moment longer before flicking her eyes down again, once more gazing into the dark wine. @emmettss​

Emmett stood quietly, keeping a watchful eye over his restaurant, his staff and his patrons to ensure this night — just like every other night — was perfect. He didn’t love this particular part of his job, having to visit a table or two to pretend to be warm and friendly to the guests, chatting them up to make them feel extra welcomed. It was, however, what set his restaurant apart to be a finer dining experience. The only saving grace of the evening was when his eyes dawned upon a familiar looking blonde. Carlotta. Though he had never chanced speaking with the woman, he recognized the socialite with ease considering her namesake, line of work and the fact that she was, well, stunning. All of this didn’t compare to the fact that he was always curious about her. There was something awfully familiar about the woman, despite them having never conversed before. The look in her eyes, even with the attempt to cover it under the guise of a gentle smile, was unmistakable. There was a sliver of loneliness that Emmett could see, only because it was a feeling he himself was well versed in. 

Normally, the restaurateur would have returned a polite grin and let that be that, but tonight, he felt a little ...whimsical. He hummed a few moments as he perused the rack of wine bottles, choosing one of his liking and bringing along a clean, crystal glass to Carlotta’s table. Without so much as a word, he slid the glass in front of her, popped the bottle of red and poured a few ounces. “It’s about the fourth time you’ve ordered that dish since coming to my restaurant,” Emmett began without so much as an explanation. “And no offense, but every time, you’ve ordered the wrong wine to pair with it,”. There was a slight tug of his lips into a smirk to show he was only jesting. “Try this one, on the house. If you don’t like it, then I won’t count myself worthy of owning this place and put myself on dish washing duty for the night,”. 

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stvrbriight‌:

— “ trust me, decent company is absolutely a compliment coming from me, ” vala chuckled. “ but i suppose you’re better then just decent company, ” she teased. she settled on a stool, leaning against the bar, “ andalusian, ” she hummed. “ you’re sure you want a judgemental asshole to be your guinea pig ? ” she grinned.

“So I should be flattered?” he quirked a brow, teasing at the nonsensical way that worked. Already fishing for the right ingredients and a tall glass, Emmett rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. “Oh, so you are aware you’re a judgemental asshole,” he laughed lightly. “Well that’s really alright because I’m the biggest asshole there ever was. I promise I won’t be offended,”. 

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@larisms​

“Hey. Hey!” Emmett called after the familiar looking blonde, trying to follow but a few strides behind when his feet seemed independent from his body. Everything seemed to either be in double or extra blurry, but surely another swig of his flask would solve his poor vision. He practically crashed into the girl when he got close enough, yet the chuckle from his lips was a sure sign he wasn’t registering how crude he was being. “I remember you. The actress. The big shot who wanted to help with dishes! Look at you, like the rest of us, walking on a regular sidewalk,”. 

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dr-svtherlxnd‌:

Henri shrugged at his question, smiling softly at him. “Again.” She nodded. He wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t exactly comfortably warm in the hospital. But then again they usually kept it cool normally. “No no I understand. Honestly it’s why I have to wear long sleeves now.” Henri understood where he was coming from. She held up her hands with a smirk. “As awesome as that would be to have, unfortunately I haven’t been able to have a chat with Superman and figure out how to get x-ray vision yet. I’ll be quick alright? I won’t make you keep it off for long.” She smirked.

In spite of his words, Emmett obediently tugged his shirt up and over his head, only to shiver as the cool air hit his torso. “You don’t have to rub it in,” he nodded towards her long sleeved shirt as he rubbed his hands on his own arms for some warmth. “I think even if this was a visit before the transplant — as in I was about seven years old? I don’t think I’d even believe it then that you have an in with Superman. And don’t forget you said you’d be quick last time and I’m pretty sure I went home with hypothermia after,”. 

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stvrbriight‌:

— “ and what makes you think that i’m not ? who’s to say i’m not here for a free meal ? ” vala asked, returning his smirk as she stepped through the door. “ although, you’re pretty decent company, too, ” she mused. she laughed, “ a drink sounds good. what’re you offering ? ” vala asked, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers.

“Decent company,” he repeated the words with slight emphasis before clutching his chest with a hand, feigning hurt. “And here I thought after I exception I made for you, letting you in the kitchen and feeding you, I’d be considered a bit better than decent,”. Sliding behind the bar, Emmett picked out a tall, slender glass and placed it in front of one of the empty seats. “How about a rebujito? I learned it just this week and I could use someone to be my guinea pig,”. 

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@dr-svtherlxnd​ “Again?” Emmett quirked his brows at the doctor as he looked down from his seat on the edge of the examination table. His lips quickly turned into a slight grin to show he hadn’t meant to be rude or curt in any way. “It’s just — it’s winter time, and no offence, it feels like the hospital is trying to save on the heating bill in here. I don’t suppose you have x-ray vision that allows you to examine my surgical scars without me taking my shirt off?”. 

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“You know if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were visiting this late just to get me to cook you another meal,”. A slight smirk dawned on his lips, the most Emmett was willing to go to show he was smiling as he let Vala into the restaurant. It was past closing hours and most of his staff were already gone — the rest packing up to leave. “Not sure if I’m feeling up to it. Yet, anyway. Can I fix you a drink? On the house,”. 

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@addythms​

“Addy!” Emmett rasped his knuckles against her apartment door. Even in his drunken stupor, he still remembered where his ex lived, knew how to retrace his steps to hers. “Ads! Come on Addy. Open up!”. There was a pressing need to see her — ask her a question. What that question was, well, he had completely forgotten. Perhaps when he laid eyes on her, he would remember. “I know you’re hooooome. Probably. Come on,”. 

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CHARITY HALLOWEEN MASQUERADE BALL — part one

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stvrbriight‌:

— vala made a face when he laughed, and then shrugged. if he was just an asshole who liked to be right, he had put a lot of effort into being right. then again, she was like that. to an extent. “ well then, you’d be just like me. except, actually doing what your family wants, i suppose, ” she replied. “ hmm… how disappointing, ” she hummed. really, it was. it would have been a good publicity for both of them. vala leaned an elbow on the counter, resting her chin against her hand. she peered at emmett as he edged closer, “ i don’t know what you’re talking about, ” she replied. “ i’m a model. why else would i be on instagram ? ” she asked. in reality, she had no idea what she would have chosen to do, if she’d really had much choice. sure, she could have turned down the agency that had scouted her, but it had been that or become a pawn in whatever scheme her mother came up with to bring her family even higher social status. after all, there was no way her father would ever consider letting her take over the businesses he ran. that role was reserved for the eldest son, for her brother. but journalism, to an extent, might have been fun. for a while. she liked to learn about things, but she wasn’t sure how long it would have held her attention.

Disappointing. Even though he was sure the girl meant it in jest, or just to get under his skin for disagreeing to the request, it somehow still irked him. It was his least favorite word — hated, even — if it stemmed from any of his family members’ lips. But Emmett pushed the thought into the far back of his mind. “I just mean you seem like you have really great potential to be a journalist or, maybe an investigative reporter. You’ve got .. what is it they call it? ‘Moxy’?. Not afraid to ask stuff and pry, even if it is just a little bit stepping on my toes,” Emmett grinned slightly to show he was only jesting and wasn’t the least bit offended. “Just something more than an influencer or a model. Not that you’re not pretty — you’re definitely .. I mean, you’re. It’s good.. to look at you,”. Emmett’s words unexpectedly jumbled into a mess and he wasn’t entirely sure why. It was quite unlike him to be tripping over himself. Wincing at just how badly he was embarassing himself, he offered a sheepish look at Vala. “What I was trying to say is, the instagram gig sounds great. Just seems like you’re really talented and you could always explore other avenues of work,”.