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alright so!

it’s all been decided. myself and ay are going to be running the new main, which will be under the same url shortly. until then it’s plathacademyrp. if you want to go ahead and give them a follow you can.

i’ll be messaging a lot of people that aren’t online right now to give them a heads up, so hopefully all of our beautiful members stay with us!

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diamondsxdeception:

She knew she was still struggling with relaxing the way they normally would. She knew that any moment he would say something about it, but maybe, just maybe, she could get away with it by kissing him a little more, touching him a little more and forcing herself to actively ignore the grinding stone in her stomach. She was trying her best to force her conversation with Piper from her mind. She’d tell him. She would. Just not now. His fingers tugging at her dress helped, sending a flurry of tingles throughout her body, triggers other responses before sending her memories of other moments he had pulled, tugged and ripped clothes from her skin. Yep. That did it. the grinding in her stomach coming to a halt and her body once more aflame. 

She gave a little smile, the name of her son sounded sweeter than ever rolling from his tongue. She had no doubt that they would be great friends, especially after what Piper had told her about how Fletch liked to build model cars. Her son’s new favorite thing in the world being anything with an engine and anything he can ‘go fast’ in. While in LA all Colt wanted to do was ride around in the Bentley with his Uncle Gigi (Gino) and go around corners a little too fast for Lia’s liking. She really did have no doubt that they would be the best of friends— she wanted that more than anything. “I’m excited about the two of you meeting. My two boys finally together and not just snapchatting each other.” Giving a laugh as the memory flooded her thoughts, Lia kissed him softly on his cheek.

“You obviously don’t have to go clean with me. I mean, I’m obviously going to ask you not to do lines in front of my son but– I don’t mind if you wanna keep going.” She didn’t really mind, she knew Fletch when he was high and fuck did she love the things he did– but he wasn’t going to be doing those things to her around Colt. “Uh, Dad bought a house in town— Gino lives there but it’s big. Colt will have his own room and we will have our own space. Actually it’s where I’m having this afterparty if I win. It has a beautiful big tub that would be perfect for bubbles and bubbles.”

Yeah, something was off. But Fletcher was a bit high and barely tipsy so it was easy to not think much about it. Usually, when it came to Lia, Fletch was on it, making sure every aspect was addressed. He always wanted her to be comfortable and in the best possible head space. It’s how they worked together, working on the bad but always, always addressing the good. His girl practically started to shine when Fletcher made a move to be closer to her, her eyes sparkling especially when Colt’s name moved from his tongue to the space between them. Something he noticed was that Lia rarely ever called her son by his first name. It was “my boy” most of the time --which in all honestly. Fletcher understood. He had a habit of calling Lia “his girl”, though it was all in different contexts. Hell, if Fletcher was a parent, he’d probably pick up some weird thing like that too. “Hey now, I hope we still snapchat. The faceswap filter? God, hysterical.”

Fletch leaned into her lips as they grazed the skin of his cheek, the palms of his hands slipping and sliding around Lia’s arms and down to the small of her back. He couldn’t help it. He was always at a solid ten on the scale of lust when it came to her. His hands needed to touch or feel her body at all times it seemed. Mental note: be better at that when Colt is around. 

“Hey lovely, I can be clean. I mean, I might take it upon myself to bless myself with a line for my birthday, but I don’t expect you to. As long as I can do it off you,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath bouncing off her skin so that even he could feel it. “Ah, I see. I bet I could get behind it. Might need to steer clear of Gino though. I have a feeling he doesn’t particularly enjoy my company, but he seems to be fond of Pipes.”

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justelliot0k:

Elliot sat up as she heard the familiar voice, a soft smile appearing on her face, “Hey Fletch, I’m glad you’re doing good. I’m okay, I suppose. Just overwhelmed by all of this, I haven’t been to a dance in quite a while…”

He took a seat next to her, making an advance for the bottle she was grasping. Who knew, maybe she’d share. “Do I need to walk you home?” Fletch offered, leaning against the back of his chair. “You clean up nicely though. Bring a hot date?”

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sainttorelli:

“Who had sex in my hottub? I know someone did– I had to fucking drain the thing.”

Fletch smirked, taking a long drag of his joint as she sat outside Gino’s house. He was waiting for Lia, though the dry spell of Oregon (aka not having any rain for the past 30 hours) brought him outside, the teenager still in his coat as he soaked up the fresh air. But then came a furious Gino, barreling out of his door. “Sorry about that dude,” Fletcher teased, looking up from his seat to Lia’s cousin. “Meant to clean that out afterwards but you know Lia. Time is money.”

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elsiefitz:

“I went to go do my eyebrows and almost used it too…” The girl said and shook her head. “Could you imagine if I had filled them in with a marker?”

“Oh shit, and what if you messed up too?” Fletch egged her on, bumping and elbow into Elsie so that he could distract her enough to steal the bag and sift through it. “What is all the shit anyway? Lia takes a year and a half to do her face and I don’t even understand why you girls put all this effort into it when y’all look bangin’ before it. --I mean okay. Piper has explained it’s for you not us. Us being other people. But still, like what is this contraption?” he asked, picking up an eyelash curler. “This looks scary.”

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xnicorn:

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me!”

@fletcherashburn

“Nah, dude you’re fine. Just knock next time,” Fletch replied, stubbing out a cigarette and flicking it out the window. He had taken off his screen, sticking it under his bed, so that he could sneak out easier or toss whatever out the window without anyone suspecting. This was Oregon too, which meant he could bank on the wind. At least in the winter. “How you doin’ my dude?”

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Finish the sentence and send it to me for my muse’s reaction:  “You are a/an ___”

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[Lia’s Instagram]

#queenlililia: Who stole my bf @fletcherashburn? @jackthepeach Obv. #drinkinginosbooze #afterparty #thepeachstolemybf #humanversionsofthe100emoji #ishouldveknown #havocandmayhem #innocentfacessuchlies

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“--That’s my girl!”

And your king and queen are...

JESSE ELLIOT AND NATALIA TORELLI! 

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justelliot0k:

Elliot sat slumped over a table near the back of the room, her arms hanging limply by her sides. She had less than half a bottle of vodka in her lap, and that was only part of what she’d drank. She brought the bottle to her lips again,  drowning out the sounds of people around her. Hazy crystal eyes watched the liquid in the bottle, soft pink lips pulling into a grimace as she put the bottle down again. She heard footsteps behind her, and didn’t even bother looking up, she just let her head fall against the table. “H-Having fun?” She asked, still not looking up.

“--Elliot?” Fletcher asked, breaking away from his friends for a moment. The girl had caught his eye, drunk and practically laying on a table with alcohol in her lap. There was one thing about Fletch --he hated when people got too sloppy. It wasn’t safe and it wasn’t fun. Especially when they couldn’t handle their liquor.

Though, he wasn’t sure about Elliot’s tolerance, she just looked as if she was first class on the struggle bus. “Hey, yeah I’m doin’ great. How about yourself?”

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diamondsxdeception:

Lia loosened a little with his arm firmly around her shoulders. Maybe it was the stress of the holidays approaching, maybe it was the lingering truth of telling the man so proud of her that her child was actually fathered by one of his friends– maybe it was the fact that she was almost completely sober at an event where almost everyone else wasn’t. She looked over her boyfriend, once more tugging at the fabric of his tie with a smile slowly spreading over her face. “I wanna ask you something— Well two things as I just got an amazing idea for another use for this tie later.” She mused, wrapping her wrist in the silk fabric softly before tugging on it, forcing his lips towards hers. “I mean, we will probably need to make the most of all the alone time we get because my baby is gonna be here in a couple of days…  I’m gonna need you to help me clean up a bit for him? Ya know, keep me away from cleaning ivory lines with my face when he’s here. I wanna be a good momma and I would very much like it if you came and stayed with us? I’m not too good at like– sleeping without your snoring ass next to me these days. It’s a comfort.” She teased, gently smiling at him.

No matter where they were, Fletch seemed to find a way to touch Lia. Fingertips grazing over the lines of her collarbones, the sharpness of her shoulders. Lips kissing her cheek, her jawbone. Long arms folding her into him, keeping her close as if she’d fly away in some sort of wind if he let her free. But that was Fletcher’s favorite part. Even when she had the chance to flee, she didn’t. She stayed. That fact made things better for him, knowing that his now girlfriend felt the same and well, enjoyed his company (for lack of better words) enough to stick around. He caught himself thinking what part of his story or himself would scare her off first, yet it never came to that. She didn’t seem put off in the slightest. 

Anyhow, her story is a tough one to match. 

He made a content sound as Lia pulled him closer by his tie, smiling into her lips as he kissed her lightly. All his worries slipped from his mind, casting to the ground. All Fletch knew right now, was Lia Torelli. And that, quite frankly, was how it should be. “I think we can arrange using the tie later on. Especially once this dress is off,” he whispered to her, using his fingertips to pull at the neckline of her dress just a little. Only before his arms held her even closer, swaying gently to the new slow song that DJ was playing. “Oh that’s right, Colt’s coming. You know, I’m excited to meet that champ.” --It wasn’t a lie either. So many people had words to say about Fletcher being with a young mother, but it didn’t bother him. Lia was still Lia. That didn’t change because she had a child. Plus, it wasn’t as if Fletch was expected to take on the role of dad. But that couldn’t mean he couldn’t be at least interested in knowing Colt a little right? “I can do that for you, beautiful. We’ll be better. --Wait, where are you going to be staying exactly? Not that I mind staying with you two. In fact, I prefer it. I’d be wildly lonely without my favorite snuggle partner.”

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diamondsxdeception:

“I don’t feel— me.” She tugged at the dress a little, pouting and complaining and generally being a brat. Something Fletcher would have to get used to now that he held the title of her boyfriend. “My body is just— hidden under black lace and that’s not me. Maybe you should tear it off me later.”

Fletch shook his head, slowly casting his gaze from the crowds of people, to Lia. He could see where she was coming from --her dress was far less revealing than usual. Yet, he liked it. it was a classic dance (with a not so classic twist of half the population doing lines of coke in the bathroom). “If you don’t think I’m going to,” Fletcher snickered, twisting his arms around Lia’s shoulders to pull her in close. “then you haven’t met me. But in all honesty, babe, you look delicious. Even if your body is covered now, it won’t be later. I promise the second we’re out of here, you can take it off.”

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jesseelliot:

“Whatever. I don’t need him.” Jesse spat to himself, as he made his way to the punch table. In reality, he really did need Simon but that was out of the question now. No more rendezvous make out sessions and no more quiet talks in the middle of the night. None of it. Jesse was better off anyways, or that’s what he was trying to convince himself so he didn’t break down crying. The only reason he was staying at the stupid dance was because Lia had worked so hard on trying to get him the crown. He angrily grabbed a drink and downed it before he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. ‘Could you possibly leave me the fuck alone? I’m not in the mood.”

“Yo dude, you okay?” Fletcher asked, moving around the boy to get himself his own refill. The punch had been changed by now, surely a staff member had gotten wind that Ivy had spiked the last batch. “You’re Jesse right? My girl’s talked about you forever and day. --My friend, you look like you could use a real drink. Need a pick me up before you’re crowned king with Lia?”

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stella-rivas:

“And in just those couple of days It will be a very happy day for me.”

“I’m glad. Other than trying to dance all of over me, how’s your night been treating you?”

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fletcher

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart…@fletcherashburn

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗He’s a god to her, what more could she want?

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗So what if it originated from a mutual love of sex and drugs? They tight now.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗All. The. Time.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗I think that’s pretty bloody obvious.

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

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diamondsxdeception:

“Perhaps so we can take advantage of you.” Lia gave him a kiss, linking herself through his arm before dramatically pouting at him. “I don’t feel like myself in this dress.”

“I see,” he laughed, leaning in to kiss Lia back with affection. He had gotten to show Lia off at his gala, sure, but this was different. She was a shoe-in to win formal queen, and they were finally had defined their relationship. Lia Torelli was now his girlfriend. “What are you talking about? You look stunning.”

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diamondsxdeception:

Lia took the smallest sip from her boyfriends cup before sending it back his way. “Yeah that was totally Ivy’s doing.”

“What’s with you ladies wanting all of us drunk?” he asked in sarcasm, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, being careful not to get anything on his nicer clothing.