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Sunshine greeted Naomi in a comforting hug as she pried the curtains open. Its beaming rays warming her up from the shower she just took after her scheduled morning jog. It was a routine she observed to start the day right, the morning person that she was. Invigorated, Naomi basked in the glow of morning delight, almost missing the call of her name echoing outside the door. “Coming!” Scanning the room, she quickly fixed the pillows strewn across the couch to make the place more presentable, polished. Every inch of the apartment strategically reflected bits and pieces of herself, a very Naomi thing to do. With a bright smile ready for her waiting friend, she opened the door as if welcoming the Queen herself.  “My fair freakin’ Frankie,” Naomi greeted cheekily and helped her with the timely treats. Bagels and coffee could not get any sweeter as they enveloped her senses, easily making her mouth water. “You are god-sent, Francesca Archer, and I love how you spoil me so. I can’t imagine a world without you.”

❝ i missed you, girl! i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. i’m not sure why it would happen or how they could possibly interact, but zoey and skylar need more scenes together, ❞ she replied in greeting as she walked through the door, looking around at the impeccably decorated apartment. it was spotless -- typical for naomi, she thought to herself. ❝ seriously, you need to give me tips on how you keep your apartment so neat, ❞ frankie noted as she sat down, taking out a bagel and spreading cream cheese on it. ❝ i feel like i never have time to clean up, with filming every week and stuff, i’m drained. ❞ she exaggeratedly flops down, frowning. ❝ plus all these tabloids and stuff following us around and writing about us -- i guess i’m not used to it yet. ❞ 

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harvey !

                       HE’S HAD THIS DEBATE IN HIS head a thousand times over — in fact, if he believed it were true, he might have been even less inclined to feel so against acting. she was right: sometimes there was that magnetic pull that would make harvey feel ALIVE on stage, perhaps with the freedom of being someone else for an hour, maybe two. but being great at acting has always meant accolades, meant bigger films, meant FAME. and more celebrity status is the last thing harvey wants. “ by all means — if you figure out the secret to achieving a fantastic acting career while laying low, i’d love to hear it, ” he challenges: it’s partially petty, because he knows; he has TRIED, but perhaps he just wasn’t born in the right family for that to ever be plausible. in that vein, he envies her. i’m not everyone, she says, and it almost makes his heart skip a beat. i’m here, her eyes say, and he hears her, loud and clear. “ i know, ” he replies simply, gratefully. he hasn’t ever been the best with words. who knows if either of them will remember this conversation in the morning, but for now, he’ll remember what the BLOOM of appreciation feels inside his chest: it doesn’t sprout often. 

he returns to his room with a glass of water, only to smile when he sees her laying down, sinking into his pillows with his own sweater on. “ looks better on you than it does on me, ”  he smiles. harvey almost has to do a DOUBLE TAKE: his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, the peacefulness of it all very new to him. “ here, drink up, champ. you’ll thank me in the morning, ” he says with a smile, handing her the glass before proceeding to tend to his own night time routine: removing his shoes, hanging up his jacket and making a mental note to get it dry-cleaned in the morning. he exchanges his button-up for a soft t-shirt before re-approaching frankie, tugging the blanket from underneath her legs to cover her torso. “ you cold ? ”

THEY’VE never agreed on this point in particular, and it doesn’t seem to frankie like tonight will be an exception. it’s clear that they have… very different perspectives on the issue, she tries to remind herself. he grew up under the watchful eyes of a camera lens that never turned off, and she watched his family at awards shows from her couch in brooklyn with a bowl of popcorn. ❝ well, if i ever manage to figure it out, you’ll be the first one i call, ❞ the girl echoes his words. though it sounds joking, she genuinely means it: she knows fame makes him miserable and what she wants is for him to be happy, no matter where he ends up. it feels like there’s something unspoken that passes through the air between them; she simply shuts her mouth ( for once ) and relishes in that moment. 

she smiles when he re-enters the room. ❝ i highly doubt that, ❞ she replies, taking a small sip of the water he’s just handed her. ❝ this thing is, like, three and a half sizes too big for me. ❞ she’s about to start another sentence, protesting his words further, but she stops: she likes the way he looks at her in it. she smiles softly — suddenly the old sweater feels like a tailor-made red carpet dress. ❝ yeah, i’m freezing, ❞ she finally answers, her cheeks still flushed from his smile. she watches him work through his routine: fussing around the room, changing his shirt, covering her in the blanket. it makes her feel warm in a way she doesn’t quite want to think about. ❝ c’mere and lie down with me, ❞ she says, almost not realizing she’s said the words out loud until they’ve spilled out of her mouth. she’ll think about the consequences later, if there are any.

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@kaiaburke: soooo opinions on outer banks? i think it’s fire

@tobefrank: @kaiaburke no spoilers i'm trying to finish the last couple eps !! but jj has my heart and if rudy pankow is wondering, i am single !!

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(a closed starter for @frankics​)

the whole day was spent moping & trapped in his own thoughts, but phillip was NEVER going to push those emotions to skylar. he was always the best version of himself when he was with her. gazing over the sea of people, to search wasn’t hard and that’s when we saw her bounding down the hall his mood jumped from 0 to 15. a small bouquet of flowers tuck behind his back as he came in for embraced her. “ i missed you so much today, baby. ” 

SKYLAR startles when she sees phillip ( an emotion that was becoming much more common following the... incident ) but she lets herself smile as he hugs her. for a minute, it’s just them together again, like they’ve always been. it feels safe, in the best possible way. ❝ i missed you too, babe, ❞ she smiles as she gently kisses his cheek. ❝ are those flowers for me, or did you get them from your fan club of sorority girls ? ❞

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paloma !

PALOMA : i guess it’s time for me to blackmail the writers into making valentina beat up james and phillip so she can date skylar herself !!! PALOMA : she’s chaotic smart i’m chaotic stupid PALOMA : we are not the same

FRANKIE: plot twist of the century, everybody loves it, we win a million emmys and are hollywood’s new favorite couple, i really don’t see any problem w this

FRANKIE: why am i suddenly thinking of the tiktok audio

FRANKIE: omg ... lets make tiktoks tonight

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jude !

     JUST AS FRANKIE steps closer to jude, it’s as if his old instincts kick in as he straightens his posture and cranes his neck to look down at her, his body facing her. at her whisper, jude furrows his brows and shakes his head. “what? no. i have a point to prove with this coffee. i swear by it, so far, and you know…” he chews on the inside of his cheek, a feeble attempt to lessen the smirk on his lips. “i quite like being right.” he takes a sip of his drink and reaches over to grab frankie’s once the barista finishes it. in one motion, jude sets the drink in front of frankie with a grin, making a point not to offer any sugar or milk with it. after all, a pr relationship meant jude had to do his research at one point. “i guess we can anticipate some sort of bullshit gossip blog post tomorrow, in that case. brace yourself.”

SHE almost laughs at how strange it is, the way they fall back into their little rhythm so easily despite the years of distance ( maybe her publicist did teach her something, after all. ) ❝ you know, i have managed to notice that about you in the time i’ve known you, ❞ she cracks, taking the coffee from him and taking a sip. it tastes delicious, of course — she should have known to trust jude when it came to coffee. ❝ and you’ll be happy to know that this is definitely better than la colombe. jude one, frankie zero, ❞ she smiles carefully, still keeping one eye on the girl in the corner. ❝ indie film twitter rise up, ❞ she jokes in response. ❝ better some random girl with a stan account seeing us than tmz, i guess. ❞

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        HE’S SURPRISED AND RELIEVED to feel frankie’s sudden embrace. her hug is so tight that it almost knocks him off his balance, but he quickly recuperates & though his thoughts aren’t quite as quick enough to formulate a coherent sentence yet, atlas is just grateful he’s able to wrap his arms around the girl in a pure & genuine way that he didn’t think he’d be able to experience again. he has a face full of her wild hair ( but that’s something he’s always liked about hugging frankie, if he was honest ) which is good because there is a weight of ― pain, remorse? ― in his chest, and rapidly, the weight starts to feel heavier when frankie begins talking. because she’s saying everything atlas wanted to say but didn’t have the words for, and it was just NICE to know that he wasn’t suffering alone after their stupid mistake. he nods at her words, empathizing with them, and then his face feels hot, & there’s tears dripping down his nose ( and in to frankie’s hair, probably ) & only then does he realize he’s CRYING.  ❛ i know ― it was stupid ― i regret it ―   ❜ it’s hard for him to string together a proper sentence at this point, and his ridiculous consumption of alcohol that night definitely wasn’t helping.  ❛ not ‘cause i think you’re ugly or something stupid like that, but because i didn’t want you to think differently of me ― ❜ the words are all coming out in one breath & he’s still hugging her at this point, too afraid, in this emotionally charged situation, to let go & look her in the eyes.  ❛ ― i just ― we were both caught up in the moment, and we were drunk, but i would never take advantage of you ― i didn’t really think about the consequences…  ❜  he pauses to catch his breath.  ❛ …it was stupid. i never wanted things to be different, either, frank. and i’m sorry. and i’ll always be sorry. and i just want us to go back to normal.  ❜  ( he sniffles. )

FRANKIE’S only peripherally aware of atlas’s tears, though she knows the ones rolling down her cheeks are definitely staining his dress shirt. she’s focused on the fact that he actually hugged her back, like somehow her putting her feelings on the line and apologizing actually worked out. she can barely believe it, but his words are spinning around in her head: he regrets it. he feels the same as she does. it’s like a gigantic, fifty ton weight has been lifted off her chest, and the sheer relief of it all makes the tears spill faster down her cheeks. things were better once they talked, obviously; now she feels stupid for waiting as long as she did, but much too happy to care about it. she might just have her friend back. she lets out a tearful, choking laugh at the other’s words. ❝ really ? cause i regretted it solely because you’re ugly, ❞ she jokes through her sniffles ( of course, unable to keep the conversation completely serious — she is frankie archer after all, she has a reputation to uphold.  ) with one last squeeze, she releases him from her death-grip hug. looking up at him, she rests her chin on his chest, and gently brushes her thumb across his cheek as if to wipe his tears away. ❝ seriously, nothing you do is ever going to make me think differently of you, attie. and i’m sorry too, this was just as much my fault as yours, ❞ her voice wavers and her bottom lip juts out in a pout, trying to keep herself from surrendering to the tears again as she brings her hand up in the pinky-swear position. ❝ friends again ? ❞

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harvey !

                       IT’S TRUE — THOUGH OVER THE years harvey has been forced to play the role of the perfect, darling child, he has grown less and less patient with the media, with his agent, with his parents: it doesn’t take much to get harvey talking smack about the pitfalls of the industry. not only that, but frankie feels REAL in a way he can’t explain. she didn’t try and suck up to him when he argued with her, she didn’t try to appease him because of who he was ( or rather, of course, who his parents were ) — she challenged him. she pushed back: it was what made harvey keep coming back, no matter how loudly his conscious told him he SHOULDN’T. “ oh i wasn’t — flirting. at first, ” he teases, shaking the bottle in her direction. “ frankie, frankie — if you hadn’t noticed, those things aren’t mutually exclusive. in fact, they can never be, they’re fundamentally LINKED, ” he almost lectures, but his drunken state makes his words come out more playfully than they would. “ some people LIVE for the spotlight, ” he says with a shrug. “ and not everyone takes the time to actually listen to what i say, ” he notes, with a bit of a solemn chime: while he appreciates frankie and how she actually hears him, it’s clear they still butt heads on issues — but perhaps not on the physical endeavors. “ i was hoping you’d say that. ” a matching smirk tugs at his lips, snaking an arm around her waist as he pulls her closer, the smell of alcohol on her breath loud and clear. this would’ve been the time he might have smiled and cheekily pressed his lips to hers, but he can’t. the attraction is there, certainly, and she might be EAGER to come home with him, but even behind closed doors, harvey doesn’t want to be the bad boy the media has painted him out to be. especially not to frankie, who needs water and a soft pillow more than anything else right now. the elevator opens to an empty hall ( thank god ) and he leads her, hand in hand, to his door, and into his apartment, and into his bedroom, where he sits her down on his bed. “ wait here, i’ll be right back, ” he promises — first order of business is to trash the champagne bottle, and get her some water.

❝ DON’T LIE, you were in from the beginning. i know you couldn’t resist my charms, ❞ she jokes, sticking her tongue out at the boy. her heart soars at how quickly they fall back into their usual banter, the way he can verbally match her toe-to-toe and not back down. she likes it. maybe too much. it’s much too dangerous, she thinks, the way her walls come down around him, but when he’s in such close proximity she can’t really bring herself to care. ❝ i feel like it can happen, ❞ she finally responds, aware she’s taken just a bit too long to answer him. ❝ i mean, i was acting before this and i was definitely not famous before this, at least not to this level, unless you were really into a24 films. ❞ she nearly laughs at her own words, but is quickly sobered by his reply. ❝ i’m not everyone, ❞ she responds, uncharacteristically serious. ❝ you know that, right harv ? ❞ she wants to say more: i hear you. i get it. just because we don’t always agree doesn’t mean i’m not listening. but then he smiles at her, hand around her waist and it’s like a magnetic pull, the way she just follows him down the hall and sits on the bed. suddenly, she’s shivering: partly from the chill of the air conditioning, partly from the loss of contact, and partly from the realization she had upon sitting down that she was maybe a little too drunk from the night’s events to be doing what she was doing. she searches the room from her spot until her eyes land on an old sweatshirt, tossed in the corner of the room. ❝ i’m borrowing your sweatshirt ! ❞ she calls to the boy as she slips it over her head. it’s almost comically too big on her, the sleeves flopping over her hands, but it feels comfortable and warm — a little like the way she feels with him, if she’s being honest with herself. with that, she tucks her legs under her and leans up against the pillows on the bed and begins rolling up the sleeves as she waits for him to return.

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FRANKIE: a legendary showdown and we’re only on episode 2, where are they gonna go from here ?!

FRANKIE: feel like i’m contractually obligated to say phillip </3

GABE: phillip is kinda excited to fight brooks, a little teaser for tomorrow, for the one’s who missed the text GABE: now which team are you with phillip or brooks? 

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FRANKIE: i will be too busy being the object that two men fight over :) we love teen shows yes go off feminism

FRANKIE: but... you’re also a chaotic dumbass ??

PALOMA : smash that rt button if you too are excited to talk about your goldman sachs internship at our table read tomorrow ! PALOMA : valentina’s too smart for me i need to switch characters

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what if you weren't cast in the village ?

❝ well, first off i’d be sad, because i genuinely love this role and this cast. but i’d definitely still be acting, it’s my favorite thing in the world to do. probably, i’d be auditioning for a ton of indies, because i’ve had some success in the genre. just trying to help my family out doing something i love, y’know ? ❞

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what if you got offered the dream role in your dream film with your dream director except you had to eat 420 cream puffs in one hour

❝ first of all, mad respect for this question. my answer is yes, i think i could physically do this, i could be a competitive speed eater like that black widow lady. and if my dream role was on the line i would SCARF those puffs. ❞

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what if you got to re-do your last words to your mom?

❝ wow, uh, this is kind of a deep one. i mean, obviously i would want to go back, i think about it and feel sad and guilty and regretful every single day. i hope — i hope she knew that i was just a stupid teenager saying stupid teenager bullshit. but y’know, i can never be sure. ❞

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frankies pr agents want frankie to pull a britney and shave her head. they say if she doesn't then her career will go downhill cuz she's not problematic enough, what does she do

❝ honestly, i’d probably shave my head. i love my career and i trust my team, though i’m skeptical that anyone thinks i’m ‘not problematic enough’ since i get a call from them about stupid shit i’ve done basically every other day. also ? i think i could rock a shaved head tbh. ❞

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the directors say frankie now has to play any other role except her own but it can only be a boy's role who does she play

❝ honestly, i think i’d really like to play brooks: 1) because it genuinely seems like such a fun role, and 2) because then lola and i could reveal our budding romance to the world. ❞

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frankie paloma and atlas are all grouped together to do press tours for some godforsaken reason. on a scale of 1-10 how chaotic are these interviews

❝ jesus christ. on a scale of 1-10 ? probably this. i love them, but there’s a reason my publicist has separated us. ❞