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Whitney had never considered what her speed at karaoke was, normally she was cajoled into doing whatever duet her friends wanted to do and, either way, it wasn't that great of a performance. But it was still fun and she'd been told a good way to relax ( which was still so hard for her to do ). "Oh, thanks." Whit could feel warmth creeping up her neck at the unexpected compliment. "I - eighties is a good vibe. It's always a good choice."

Angelica gave the woman a little "hmph" in response before she continued like nothing was making her take a moment to pause at all. "I was thinking of something flashy. I'm a sucker for a good 80's song that gets a crowd going. But there's like, so much you can do if that isn't your speed. What is your speed? I don't know if I could guess your musical vibes correctly. So I'll just be forward about it. You're cute, so I feel like the possibilities range."

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Out of all the responses Phil thought he'd get, Franny saying they were about to perform had been no where near the realm of possibility. He was used to people telling him that his ideas were insane, not them agreeing and acting like this was completely normal. "Oh. Um...sure, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." To be fair, he still wasn't completely convinced that this wasn't a dream.

Franny did hate being interrupted in the middle of a rehearsal, but she supposed that was what she got for having one at the park. She had her baton half in the air when she was stopped and she turned to face him, giving him a large grin. "That's because they are getting ready to perform. They are waiting for my signal. Did you want to watch? Because I would very much like to get started."

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"I don't know..." Vidia tore her eyes off of her reflection to look towards one of the display cases. She didn't understand the latest style of rings, they looked gaudy, too over-the-top. Sure, that was some people's preference but definitely not hers. "It's certainly screaming something but I don't think it's either of us. And most definitely not shining as bright as me." Sighing, she walked slowly between cases, running her finger over the glass before staring back at Daphne with defeat in her shoulders. "What if we fuck it and go get brunch?" Maybe after drinking a bit she'd be more impressed with the offerings.

"There is a lot that looks amazing," Daphne began, as she continued to browse. "Still...I don't know if anything is screaming, me." She turned to look at her friend, smiling at the way she fixed her hair. Vidia was gorgeous there was no doubt about it and her actions had Daphne checking her own hair in the reflections real quick. Nothing wrong with a little touch up. "How about you? Anything shining as bright as you yet?"

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Pacifica knew that her and Mabel's friendship was still in it's infancy or toddler phase, even if she wanted to move safely into friendship territory, not that she'd overtly admit that, so she'd been careful about her more biting comments that she couldn't stop herself from making. But Mabel knew that side of her. She knew it was harmless now that they were friendly. Sipping on her cocktail, the blonde almost choked at the song choice, immediately feeling guilty but recovering quickly. "I - do they even have that one? Not that it isn't an incredible choice." Oh fuck, she knew. She knew, she had to know.

"Oh, I'm going through a lot of songs," Mabel said, eyeing the blonde curiously. She was happy to have this time with Paz because she felt like she somehow saw the blonde just as much as she saw her brother, which was making her very, very curious. "I'm thinking of doing the Victorious classic My Best Friend's Brother....does that sound like something you might want to duet?"

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That was true. Whitney couldn't deny that she had been the one to make the move to brush her fingers through his hair even though she knew exactly what that would do to him. And maybe she was taking advantage of it. Sometimes it was easy to forget the rules of this whole arrangement when she was straddling his lap and making out with him, a promise of being held here all night if she kept playing with his hair. His soft, luscious hair that was addicting to touch. Brushing her nose over his, Whit grinned with a soft laugh, "if that's what you want, I don't see why I can't reserve tonight for you." Just thoughts of him? It felt like crossing a line but maybe...maybe it was fine. And, if she was being honest, Whitney didn't really have to fight that urge too much. Wilbur was - there was no denying that he was hot and maybe, just maybe, she was into that more than she had ever admitted.

Wilbur laughed pressing a small kiss against her jaw grabbing ahold of her hand on his hair. Making out with someone was always fun and if this helped her in any sort of way he'd continue doing it. He wouldn't fool himself into believing that he was just doing this for her, after all only someone delusional would say no to making out with a hot person. Still, he had certain this that drove him a little crazy and even needy so could he really be blamed for the things that come out of his mouth?

"No." Humming against her skin, a small smile just appearing on his lips at the thought of it. "You're the one playing with my hair. Sometimes you want to make someone thinking of you only for one night."

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whitney - would you be jealous if wilbur kissed someone else?

"Would I be - I mean, I don't really think it's my place to be jealous. He can do whatever he wants to do. I think I'd feel - no, I - umm what do you mean by jealous?"

honesty hour ( week ) / @wxlbxrr

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Morgan hopped around the bars in town depending on the day and found themselves at Pour Unfortunate Souls tonight. To say she wasn't having the best luck would have been an understatement but, honestly, Morgan hadn't been having a ton of luck recently. She had no idea why!! As she made her way around the bar, doing a round to see if there were any new prospects, she overheard a particular wish to get out of this town and like catnip, Morgan was drawn in. "Trust me, I know the feeling." Huffing, she slid into the open seat that the other had seemed to be talking to. "Unfortunately, seems like we're both going to lose it before we get out of here."

open starter: @evermorehqsstart!! location: poor unfortunate souls

was bonnie not... bar-ring right ?? why hadn't anyone come up to them to talk to them or... ask them ' why is a pretty thing like you sitting here all alone ?? ' maybe the blazer was too much, or maybe she looked unapproachable. whatever the case was, bonnibel was desperate for conversation. between trying to fix her teleportation machine, her estranged friends and their missing memories, and her boredom with work; bonnie was at her wits end. sighing, they crossed one leg over the other, swirling the contents of their melting drink with their straw. she gazed almost longingly at the empty seat next to them, frowning. if only chairs could talk. ❛ i'm truly gonna fluffin' lose it if i stay in this town any longer. ❜

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It was still pretty early in the morning and unfortunately, Phoebe was wide awake. She tried not to be especially on her days off but here she was wondering around the town, somewhat keeping an eye out for those stupid eggs people were hunting for and had managed to find one only to reveal nothing. That didn't seem right. But she tried to keep herself calm as she looked around only to see someone suspiciously handling what she assumed were more eggs. "Are you the one I have to thank for this?" Phoebe asked pointedly, a little accusatory in her tone as she held up the two halves of the empty plastic egg. "Not that I really care but someone's gonna be pissed about that later."

Wilbur had a bag filled with eggs of different sizes, colors and prizes after all he'd spent a meticulous amount of time crafting this goodies for the town. Inside each egg there were scratched lottery tickets, confetti, glitter and worms. A simple, slightly harmless prank for the residents of Evermore and to have a little laugh as he watched the confused faces of the town. Going around and grabbing some of the prizes from the actual eggs, leaving behind the empty shells of them for others to find. He did, however leave the ones with money behind only choosing to take the candy filled ones.

Slowly setting an egg back down once again he opened the small kit-kat to eat.

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𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚜 ⤷  𝚏𝚝. 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚛

When her knees hit the ground, Luis quickly pushed his jeans lower down his thighs, followed quickly by his underwear until his cock sprung free, hard and throbbing at the thought of being able to use her in every way he wanted. And he planned on it. "Fuuck." He moaned as soon as the chilled air hit his aching tip, reaching down to stroke himself as he watched her with indecency in his eyes, already imagining how she'd look with tears in her eyes as he stuffed his cock down her throat. Reaching out, he grabbed her hair, pushing it out of her face while simultaneously stepping closer to brush the tip of his cock along her lips, covering them with a steady swipe of pre-cum. Teeth dug into his bottom lip as he pressed against hers. "Open." His word was a command, but he didn't give her much time to do anything before yanking her hair and forcing a gasp out of her, so her mouth opened up for him and, as soon as it did, he pushed his hips forward and buried his length down her throat without hesitation. "There you go." Luis growled, pressing his hand on the back of her head to fully sheath himself to his base. Once he had control over himself, or some semblance of it, he started to rock his hips before he was just shy of fucking her throat.

❛ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚… ❜

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗿 ft. LUIS ⤵

peri's mouth parted to welcome his aggression, tasting the fire on his tongue and loving how it meshed with the ice on her own, the heat of his touch searing icy skin as her head rolled back to welcome to attention of his lips on her throat. as the barrier of the bra she had worn was urged out of the way, peri's hips ground down against luis's hand as her breaths grew more and more elevated. her teeth captured her lip, rolling the velvet between them as his hands made quick work of the garment, discarding it who knows wear and leaving her exposed on the top half, her own fingers moving to the buttons of her own pants, using him stepping back as an opportunity to push them down milk-toned thighs, disposing the fabric where her other clothing items had began to pile up on the floor. impatient was definitely an accurate descriptor for her now, blonde hair wild around her face as his hunger was mirrored in her own eyes. he was unlike anyone she had ever been with before — so forward and demanding, wanting to make her feel like she was backed in a corner, like pleasing him was truly the only option she had. peri's lips quirked into a smirk at her words, her abdomen fluttering as she felt warmth already pooling between her thighs. peri pushed a hand through long, mangled curls to get them out of her face as she obediently dropped to her knees, tongue sliding along her swollen lower lip as she pressed the flat of her palms against his thighs.

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Brow furrowed as her eyes narrowed slightly, unhidden shock on her face at the idea he didn't realize how incredibly hard it was for her before. "Not someone I was trying to flirt with. God, you should've seen me." She didn't even want to think about how bad it used to be; the way her heart would race, and she could barely get anything out past a stammer. But she did very clearly remember when this whole deal started and her reaction to that. If her freaking out and rambling on and on hadn't given away her inability to talk to people she found attractive, nothing would.

To be fair, Whitney had never spent the night at Wilbur's before outside of the one time she fell asleep during a movie they threw on after a lesson, but she also couldn't deny that maybe she knew exactly how he would react to her brushing her fingers through his hair. She was a good student after all and she didn't stop, not even when he kissed her again, eyes fluttering shut and staying that way for a second even after he fell back against the couch again. "I know...I remember. But make me forget about anyone else? Wouldn't that kind of ruin the whole point of this?"

Eyes closing he leaned into the touch humming pleasantly at the feeling of it. Hands sliding down to her legs resting them there slightly, almost forgetting the conversation. "Wait," Wilbur's breath caught in his throat, confused. "Talking to someone wasn't easy before?" That made him wonder for a second because he never felt like of their interactions were forced. "If you keep touching my hair like that you're not leaving tonight."

Lifting up slightly to press a kiss against her lips, biting teasingly for a second before falling back down. "I might just make you forget about anyone else but me because my hair is definitely a weakness."

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fraser - what is a fear you *don't* understand?

"There are plenty of fears out there I don't understand mainly because there are too many to fully research but one that comes to mind would be octophobia which is the fear of the number eight. I've never entirely understood that one. There are a lot of fears that could make sense when you pile on some hypotheticals but that one, the fear of a number? I never understood."

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"I've been debating trying out some stuff there, but I don't want to be yet another white guy with a microphone." He could tell a joke now and then, but he was nowhere near a tight five. "You're telling me you wanna say this was destiny? 'Cause I'm down if you are." Harry teased, smirking at the playful banter they'd managed to fall into so quickly. It felt natural somehow and he always preferred to have fun even when on the verge of the possibility of something more. He had no idea if Luna's thoughts were traveling in the same direction as his but considering how she said she was here for the same reason he was...the odds were pretty good. As soon as the song started to shift into another one and she pulled her curls off to the side and gave him access to her neck, Harry nestled his face into the crook just above her shoulder, lips pressing against the flushed skin there. Was it a little presumptuous? Yes, but there was no time like the present and he wasn't going to let his doubts stop him. "I'll call it whatever you want me to." Harry mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear before he took it upon himself to finally turn her around, keeping his arms securely around her waist.

luna could feel the vibration of the floor beneath her, the beat pulsing steadily through her as her hips rocked back an forth against him, swaying like curved brushstroks on a canvas. one thing luna missed about tour was dancing — kind of hard to do behind a keyboard or with a bass guitar in your hands but, luna had gotten pretty damn good at it. feeling harry tighten his grasp, lipstick painted petals pulled into a pleased smirk, one that split into a grin at his joke. ❛ try that one at the laugh floor, ❜ luna taunted plafully, splaying her fingers at the base of his neck, brushing faintly through the hair at the nape. his lips feathering her skin had butterflies erupting in her stomach, and whilst luna wasn't the usual take-home-the-first-guy-you-meet-at-the-bar kind of person... if he kept answering all her questions correctly, she might be willing to bend that rule. ❛ well, let's just leave it at our paths happened to cross just in time, ❜ she replied, grinding herself a bit more purposefully against him, movements continuing to deepen as one song bled into the next, shifting her movements to compliment the new rhythm. she moved one hand to pull all of her hair to one side, easing his access to her throat, before it returned behind his head as she lowered her voice.❛ — cause i happened to be doing the same exact thing, and i'd say those are quite extraordinary coincidence, harry... wouldn't you ?? ❜

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𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜

Pheebs could practically feel that devious grin spreading across his lips as she came, the pleasure coursing through her completely displacing any thoughts of annoying, uptight bitches that had once been there. This was one of the things about Barrett. He could wipe her mind clean while they were together. Sure, it was because of the orgasms and the stimulation but she wasn't exactly complaining about that. Especially when she'd been so close to the edge of losing her cool. Now she had to worry about losing her cool in a much different capacity. It didn't hurt how he praised her on top of making her feel incredible. For so much of her life she'd been told she was practically evil and a dangerous threat to everyone she cared about; this was a great pivot from that. She'd barely come down from her peak when his face was gone from her throat, his fingers disappearing from her cunt only to be replace by his tongue once more. She'd never been with someone who seemed to love the taste of her as much as Barrett did and as she lifted her head to watch him, an equally wicked smirk appeared on her lips.

But it only took his tongue pressing against her clit, lips wrapping around the over-stimulated nub for the smirk to disappear as her mouth fell open slightly, a moan on her tongue. Her eyes only dropped from his to watch as he stroked himself with his hand, skin glistening with her cum and a wave of arousal coursed through her, her cunt practically had its own heartbeat at the sight alone. "I want you to fuck me, Barrett. What else?" She groaned, hips lifting slightly off of the countertop as she pressed herself against his tongue, the vibrations of his words driving her sensitive pussy into a frenzy. "Fuck me until I'm not angry anymore." Something they both knew was impossible. Basically, an invitation for him to fuck her as long as he wanted to.

❛ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚… ❜

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀 ft. PHOEBE ⤵

the female body was a god damn marel, and barrett never regretted a moment spent basking in the worshiping of it. the way phoebe's cunt gripped at his fingers, the way her arousal was slick and hot against and between his fingers, the smell of her scent coupled with traces of perfume and sweat that made his mouth water; there was so much more to sex than just sticking it in and pulling it out. barrett wanted his partner's to completely unravel, to be so bent to his touch that he could so much as brush against her and have her shivering — that kind of power was one he never had to fight anyone for. it was a power that was his, and a power he used proudly. his teeth grazed a bit harder where her neck met her shoulder, keeping up the rhythmic curl of his fingers inside of her sex, driving his thumb in methodical circles against her clit, wanting to feel her body as it was lurched into euphoria once more.

barrett matched the rhythm of the hand wrapped around his cock with the fingers pumping inside of her, growling deeply against her skin as he brushed the tip of his nose along the contours of her throat. when her next orgasm arrived, quicker than the last, a wicked grin split across his lips as he felt her walls gripping him — followed by the steady pulse of them around his fingers as she came. an almost primal sound came from him, his cock twitching in his own hand, tongue swiping across her skin to taste the saltiness of her skin. ❛ atta girl, ❜ he praised, grit making his words rough like sandpaper, and then he was down on his knees again, removing his fingers from inside of her and replacing them with the flat of his tongue to taste her again. not letting a drop of her go to waste, lips wrapping around her clit as he practically licked her clean — using the arousal on his fingers to stroke himself. ❛ what do you want pheebs, hm ?? ❜ he purred against her, allowing his words to vibrate against her sensitive heat, eyes up and focused on her — darkened with a greedy determination. he knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it.

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There was something about the way he said Miss Dearly that made her want to correct him, tell him to call her Anita but this was purely business and being professional kept up some kind of boundary even though it was already crumbling considering they were sharing a glass of bourbon together. It was a shady area. But she was willing to try and navigate it while he allowed her to. "A journalist and a businessman, maybe, but what about a woman and a man? Off the record and all." She knew that was painting herself into a corner in case he did reveal anything, but something told Anita that he wasn't the type to make a mistake like that. "You're assuming we haven't much in common when it comes to interests, but I've always been intrigued by antiques and the stories that come with them...aren't you? Or is this purely just business?"

it humored hook, in a way, that anita was so invested in discovering whatever it was she wanted to find here to the point that she'd camp outside of his shop. he considered the bourbon almost a kind of peace offering, a sign to show that he was of no threat to her — until she gave him reason to be. ❛ if you say so, miss dearly, ❜ he mused, tilting his glass in her direction before taking another sip of the liquor, rolling its taste on his tongue as she continued speaking. ❛ i'm sure what is of interest to a journalist cannot be the same as what is of interest to a man running a business. if you opted for honesty, maybe i could answer whatever questions or curiosities you have about myself or my practice. ❜

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luis - is there anyone you'd die for?

"There was one without a doubt but she's already dead. I mean, I think Shona and Barrett are close. If it had to be me or them, I'd choose me if it meant savin' them."

honesty hour ( week )

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anita - what's your biggest insecurity?

"I know it shouldn't bother me so much but my height has always been something that I've been self-conscious about. I'm not even that tall but still."

honesty hour ( week )

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Most of Harry's concentration was on keeping himself on beat, truth be told he was not a good dancer but he was relying on her rhythm and trying to match her. The problem was that Harry loved to dance but he had not been gifted the dancing gene. Not by any means but that did not stop him from having fun. Moving just enough to stay in time with Luna, Harry rest his hand on her forearm when she wrapped her arms around his neck and he tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Prince Charming? I think you might have me confused with someone else." Harry teased, chuckling as he leaned in close so he could hear her better over the music and vice versa. "Funnily enough, I walked up and they let me in even though I was all by myself." Lips brushed against her skin with each word, a soft laugh following the poor attempt at a joke. "Honestly, wasn't ready to go home yet and I was hoping I might meet someone to have a drink or two with." Sure, sure, sure that's all he was hoping for. "But I should be asking you the same question. How'd I get so lucky to find you before someone else did?" Harry asked, not hiding the attraction in the least as warm breath traced the shell of her ear.

grinning, luna held onto his hand and followed eagerly behind as he led them to the dance floor, heels clicking on linoleum as she followed. at this point, she didn't even care if he he was any good at dancing, just thankful to be away from the bar where she knew she looked practically pitiful. she could see the tabloids now; washed up rockstar sits by herself at a bar in a small town she can't leave !! that was one thing she was grateful for about this town; there was no paparazzi. luna laughed as he twirled her around, curls fanning around her, before her spine met his torso and she pressed herself back and against him. fuck, she really did love this song, and it showed itself in the immediate way her body fell into rhythm with his. ❛ so, prince charming, ❜ luna mused above the music, reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck, tilting her head back so it rested against his chest, allowing her to deepen the movement of her hips; ❛ — how'd a handsome guy like you end up here all on your lonesome ?? ❜