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[wesevas]

frankieabbot​:

of course she was looking to get a reaction out of him and if the look in his eyes told her anything it was that she got her reaction , not like she was ever unaffected in his presence either . “ you’re always distracting me . ” she admits with a light shrug . for as long as she’d known him , he’d be the first person she’d look for in a crowded room and the first person on her mind whenever something major , even minor , happened ‘cause he was always willing to listen . with the amount of stupid and irrelevant things he’d lent an ear to , some just excuses to be around him , that her chance had been blown long ago . she shoots him a triumphant grin as he lets that sink in . out of the corner of her eye she spots making quite the scene out of settling back in his seat and she can’t help the laugh slipping past her lips at the ridiculousness of it . she wasn’t sure how long that was gonna last but then the drive wasn’t that much longer either . “ oh really ? is it distracting you ? ” she questions with a light chuckle , although the odd compliment has her cheeks flush a little . “ i think i can safely say you’re in for a treat tonight then . ” with that she pulls up to a parking spot by the harbor overlooking all the yachts and sailboats docked . “ i guess it’s not that surprising . ”

you’re always distracting me. his gaze lingers on her profile, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. turning to look out the window, his fingers press against his curved mouth, unable to hide his satisfaction, knowing she’s just as effected as him. “yeah.” he speaks honestly, “you always distract me.” he borrows her earlier words, shooting her a cheeky grin. she may have spoken them first, but it doesn’t make them any less true. simply being in the same room as her is enough to ensnare him; his gaze always seeking her out, always lingering, gravitating towards her, even when they insisted on their friendship status. finally she pulls the jeep into an empty parking space, revealing their final destination. it’s not hard to miss the docked boats floating ahead - yachts and sailboats alike, all in varies states of opulence. he had only been asking to tag along for weeks now so surprise or not, it’s very much welcomed. he’s practically giddy at the prospect of finally seeing frankie in what he knows is her element. if he thought watching her drive his car was a sight.. he’s surely in for a real treat. “we’re going sailing? fuck yeah, we’re going sailing.” he laughs. hoping out of the passenger seat, he slaps his palm against the front of his car, shooting frankie an amused grin. “i’m all yours captain.”

[wesevas]

she glances up at the sound of the delicate chimes on the front door, her pen making the final stoke on a beautifully worded bouquet card. matias. she can’t stop the smile from spreading at the sight of him, all broad shoulders and imposing frame, surrounded by a sea of fresh blooms. she abandons the card she was writing and skips around the desk to give him a hug. “hey,” her hands linger on his shoulders as she steps back, her grin bright enough to rival the afternoon sun. she plucks the sunflower from his fingers and lifts it to her nose to sniff. it’s purely a coincidence but it’s one of her favourite flowers. “life’s boring without me around, huh?” she tilts her head, twirling the flower between her fingers and pretends to consider his offer, as if spending the night with him is a hardship worth weighing. “let me pick the movie and my night is all yours.” she taps his chest with the flower and smiles. “your timing is perfect actually. i’m just finishing up my last bouquet.” she plucks the finished card off the table and slides it inside the finished bouquet. she takes a moment to admire her work - the bursts of yellows and whites and green mixing together flawlessly - and smiles, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “you know, this one might be my favourite. of today at least.” she brushes her hair behind her ear and nudges his arm with hers. “ready?”

「 • ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⋮ @evarome​. 」

matias had never stepped as much foot in a florist as he had ever since going to drexmont . he’d occasionally gotten his mom and grandma flowers for birthdays and special occasions , even some dates and friends had been lucky . nowadays he stopped by for eva , just to chat , and be forced to lighten up his apartment with fresh flowers , she’d always complained about the lack of life in his place . upon entering the store he’s met by a mix match of scents which was at times overwhelming , he couldn’t imagine working there . his eyes went directly to eva , as a bright smile settled on his lips . “ hey , ” he greets her , meeting her halfway . “ you doing anything tonight ? my parents will be in town and i’m sure my mom has all sorts of plans , so i could really just use a chill night in tonight ? we could grab sushi from yama and pop on a movie or something . ” he shrugs , jokingly picking the closest flower he could reach and offering it to her , “ i haven’t had my weekly dose of eva . ”

[wesevas]

she’s silent as he speaks, taking the time to soak a cloth in warm water. she had taken one look at him, all bruised and bloodied and promptly dragged him into the nearest bathroom. she made a small noise when his protests finally trailed off. he looked. “are you finished?” wringing out the cloth, she turned to face him with a lifted brow and a heavy sigh. “can i at least clean up the dried blood?” if he considered himself to have walked away from that fight the victor she didn’t want to see the other guy.

“Honestly, you should see the other guy,” Mateo scoffed as he continued, “he was twice my size and I’m pretty sure I only left a scratch on him.” Flashing a grin, Mateo did his best to show the other that he was truly okay. He looked a lot worse than he felt or at least that was what he wanted you to think. “I was just trying to help my dad out. He had to let go of one of his employees so he showed up at my dad’s house and, well, you know the rest.” He shrugged knowing he wasn’t much help to his father. He mostly just got in the way. Milos De Costa was a man who could handle his own anyway. “Thank you for worrying, though. I really appreciate it.”

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frankietms​:

she had to give props to eva for making an effort to look representable while she herself had lazy assed it by putting her hair in a ponytail and throwing on a pair of yoga pants . least they were both very much in the same mindset . “ monday on a sunday . ” she mused as she locked the door after them . she offers her friend a grin and an enthusiastic nod . “ god you’re so speaking my language right now , ” she sighed “ we should go through the park after we get coffee then , burn the scones and soak up some sunshine . ”

eva grinned. she could always count on frankie to be on board with whatever she suggested. “perfect.” they made their way out onto the street, the morning sunshine cutting through the cooler fall breeze. charlie trotted beside them happily, his little nose to the ground, pausing to sniff every patch of grass or tree in his path. after a quick pit stop at their favourite little cafe, the girls found their way onto one of the many trails at the park. “so my calculus T.A? the one with the curly hair and big glasses?” she sipped on her own almond milk latte. "accidentally sexted our whole study group yesterday. it was like something straight out of a porno. i don’t think i can go to another group tutoring session again after that. i know too much.” 

[wesevas]

she sidles up to the counter, pleased to see enzo behind the counter. he looks to be wrapping up a phone call so starts her perusal of the daily baked goods without him. palms pressed against the glass, she ohs and ahs over the decadent croissants and flakey pastries and perfectly soft cookies. when she finally registers the tail end of his conversation, her drooling comes to a prompt halt. resting her elbows on the glass casing, she settles in to eavesdrop comfortably. she muffles a laugh behind her palm when he denies the callers request once more. she grins and wiggles her fingers in a silent greeting when he finally spots her. when he abruptly hangs up she widens her dark eyes, her berry stained lips stretching over the silent ‘wow’ stretching and elongating the syllable. “i mean.. maybe it’s an anniversary gift? or maybe she just thinks she takes a really good nude?” she contemplates, features lifted up in amusement. “gotta love her confidence though.”

[ open starter for everyone ]  “Ma’am I’m not putting going to put your nude photo on the cake. You can give us ALL the bad yelp and facebook reviews. People only care about reviews on Amazon.” Enzo said over the work phone. They’d been busy with cake orders because of weddings and wedding anniversaries happening closer to the fall season. The bakery wasn’t busy today, meaning Enzo had time to work on other orders and preparing the bread and other pastries. “I’m not being rude, I’m giving you the same energy you’re giving me. You told me to ‘fuck off’ for responding to your email with a polite ‘we aren’t putting your nudes on a cake.’ Enzo quickly hung up the phone when he noticed someone standing at the counter. “Welcome to the bakery. And I don’t regret that call. Anyways, how can I help you?”

[wesevas]

lacing up her sandals was a significantly longer task with charlie running circles around her legs, his little fluffy tail wagging in excitement; of course, stopping to pet him every few seconds surely didn’t help. she’s back on her feet when a knock sounds at the ground door and charlie lets out a bark in response. “come on, charlie. let’s go.” clipping on his leash, she grabs the small bakery bag waiting on the coffee table and heads out to meet leila. “hey,” she grins at the brunette and greets her with a hug before handing over the parchment bag. “freshly baked scones. thought we could use something sweet for the walk.”

𝐃𝐎𝐆  𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  ;  𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 .  EVA ROMANOV ! 

perfectly  manicured  nails  balled  in  a  fist  ,  leila’s  knuckles  harshly  collided  on  the  door  of  her  friend’s  accomodation  .  having  done  this  multiple  times  before  ,  she’s  sort  of  earned  the  right  to  strut  through  unannounced  –  but  leila  geudes  ,  who  constantly  has  thoughts  of  anxiety  and  doubt  running  rampage  on  the  fragile  soil  of  her  mind  ,  needed  more  time  than.  few  minutes  to  meticulously  analyse  the  level  of  their  friendship  .   “  eva ! ”  she  yelled  ,  despite  the  indignant  glare  of  fellow  passer  -  bys  who  were  still  half  -  asleep  . “  let’s  go  !  the  doggy  is  getting  impatient  !  ”   leila  grinned  as  she  looked  back  at  her  golden  retriever  excitedly  wiggling  their  tail  ,  who  she  lovingly  named  ferdinand  after  the  great  swiss  liguist  and forefather  of  linguistics  and  semiotics  .

[wesevas]

eva’s smile was bright as she waved her last customer goodbye. “enjoy your anniversary, collin. don’t forget to buy her chocolates!” she returns to the back counter, a bounce in her step. the desk in front of her was covered in fresh blooms, with bundles of the most vibrant shades of white and pink and purple and green completely concealing the counter beneath. music was streaming from the speakers above, providing the perfect upbeat soundtrack to her work. “okay, so--” she pointed a stem of greenery at shiloh, who as always, was lounging in the chair beside her, feet propped up and phone out. “how did it go? you never told me how that last bouquet went over. did those daffodils do the trick or what?” she plucked a white lily from the bunch and carefully slide it inside the half finished bouquet she was assembling. @shilohfm​

[wesevas]

“almost ready!” eva ran her fingers through her mess of hair, tousling the waves so they hopefully resembled something a little more purposeful instead of unfortunate bed head. slinging her purse strap over her head, she found frankie waiting at the door with charlie already leashed and waiting patiently, albeit eagerly, at her feet. she paused to give the golden puppy a scratch behind the ears and made a small noise of sympathy at fran’s words. “you and me both.” rising to her feet she opened the front door and followed frankie into the hall. “i desperately need caffeine. and sunshine.” she linked her arm through frankie’s and grinned, “and a blueberry scone the size of my head.”

「 • ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⋮ @evarome​. 」

“ evaaa , ” she calls almost sings as she’s finishing putting on her last sneaker , ready for their by now routined sunday morning coffee run . although they did it more often than that , it would almost me treacherous to skip on a sunday . “ here charlie , ” she calls as she’s fetching the leash , it was also the perfect excuse to walk the puppy . it may technically be eva’s but frankie considered him theirs . ordering him to sit she gives him a little treat for a job well done and attaches the leash to his collar . she stands up as eva finally appears . “ i may be a morning person but coffee is seriously needed today . ” she grins and throws on a light jacket just to keep the wind slightly at bay .

[wesevas]

a sound of amusement falls from her lips at the boys outburst. “that’s a pretty heavy accusation.” she snatched up one of the spare bean bags and tossed it between her palms a few times before pulling back and releasing it. the red bean bag hits the centre of the target, with a soft thud and slides up and into the hole at the top. she laughs in delight and offers him a small shrug. “seems fine to me. maybe you just don’t have the magic touch?”

open starter ( @halfordstart​ )

the opening week festival was a great excuse not to stay inside, instead creating the opportunity for penn to meet new people and try a game of the all-american favorite past-time game: cornhole. although no one was on the other side, he was still willing to play it and at least brush up on his skills. picking up one of the three beanbags, penn did an underhand toss and completely missed the board’s hole and the board itself. he picked up another beanbag, tossing it softly this time – and still missing. “what the hell?” his brows furrowed and his head turned to both sides of him to see if anyone else noticed his double failure. “this thing’s rigged!”

[wesevas]

enzocarlisle​:

enzo didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was teasing, but it was entertaining to hear just how much she was going to say. there was a grin creeping across his face with each of her words and added potential excuses. “that was pretty good. i’m not going to lie. you had me fooled for a moment that you were being serious.” he looked at her funnel cake. “but I will gladly take a piece of that funnel cake. and you’re free to hop on. I am in charge of this thing for the entire event. And have I been here the entire time? You bet your ass I haven’t.”

she laughs in delight and bends at the waist, taking a mock bow at the praise. “thank you,” she grins at his proposition, her nose crinkling up slightly with the action. “you got yourself a deal.” without anymore encouragement, she switches to the front seat. settling in, she helps herself to another hearty bite of the fried dough before she hands the fork over to him. “what are you supposed to be doing with this thing anyways? driving around like the james dean of the festival?” she teased.

[wesevas]

goldhirsch​:

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         he’s not sure if he should be relieved that she offers him the seat he asked after. it’d be easier to walk away ; would’ve been EASIER to simply let this go and accept the cold shoulder he was given ( better, if maybe he at least knew where things first went so wrong, when he thought they were on the same wavelength ). but jason puts a lot on his friendships, even if theirs had maybe toed the boundaries of that — he’s lost too many to try to at least ease them back to a place where she’s not tip-toeing around him. he does sit, a bit slowly, part tentative as to not push whatever this is between them too hard, part soreness from every workout the coaches are intent on throwing at the team to whip them into shape by october. his own smile isn’t tentative though, but he’s had a lot of practice with those.     “ ah no — that’s — ”     he slides the drink carefully over the table to her, hand retreating quickly to brush the dampness from condensation off against his shorts.      " — that’s for you. “     he doesn’t say it’s an olive branch of sorts, but he may as well of. eyes squint slightly against the sunlight, sunglasses notably absent as usual, left back on his dresser where they’re decidedly useless. summer has treated eva well ; a matter-of-fact observation he doesn’t voice in fear of it coming off wrong.     ” they really should just go ahead and rename the drink after you. “

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her brow furrows slightly as she watches him slide the drink across the table, until it rests in front of her. at his words, she glances over at him. “for me?” it’s a simple gesture, nothing special really, but she’s always been moved by the little details. the smile she gives him is soft and warm, like the fading colours of a brilliant sunset; vibrant shades of pink and orange and purple blurring and fading into one another like a smear of watercolours. “thank you. it really is my favourite summer drink.” her back is to the sun, offering her some relief from it’s harsh rays, but jason squints, helpless without a pair of sunglasses. so she slips her shades from where they rest on the crown of her head and slides them over his eyes. pulling back, she laughs; paired with his sharp bone structure, the cat eye frames look comical. “oh yeah. these are definitely your style.” she pulls her phone out to snap a quick picture, grinning down at the image on her screen before letting him take a look. her laugh is softer now and soon her expression sobers. her gaze drifts over the booths nearby, fellow students rushing by, enjoying all the festival has to offer. “i’m sorry.” she finally says, her eyes turn to him, the corner of her mouth tilting down in remorse. “for.. well, disappearing after everything.” there wasn’t a better word for the vanishing act she had pulled after putting an end to their arrangement. it was a necessary evil, but it still left jason in the dark.

[wesevas]

distance and time. distance. time. two words, when used on their own are as inconsequential as can be, but throw them together and you’ve got a recipe for healing. or so that’s what they say. so that’s exactly what she did. she had put months of time between them and an entire campus of distance between them. because harbouring feelings for someone who simply could not returning the sentiment - especially when that person is someone you’re pretending to be in a relationship with - was as foolish as can be and eva is no fool. but you can’t avoid someone forever, so after all that time, finally, here he was. “hey--” she greets him warmly and shakes her head, gesturing toward the empty chair. “no, please. it’s all yours.” she savours the moment, using every last second to take him in; her dark eyes slide down his broad frame, from his mused hair down to the scuffed shoes on his feet. it’s nice; seeing him again. she lingers on the cup in his hand, an iced concoction she’s all too familiar with and a slow, soft smile works it’s way onto her lips; it’s so gentle, so fragile and so much like this precarious thing between them. she taps her painted nails against the plastic lid. “guava tea lemonade?” she shakes her head with a soft laugh, her dark eyes bright under the afternoon sun. “did I get you hooked? i told you they were addictive.”

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @evarome​

          it’s been MONTHS — even more if he counts the long summer months that would’ve stretched empty and looming between them, regardless. but the grueling months of spring, those had been empty too, more full of not-so-gentle ribbing about his solo status and very clearly eva-less. she hadn’t really been his girlfriend ( after all, that had been the whole point of their arrangement ), but she had truly been his friend and to be slowly iced out still hadn’t been pleasant. maybe he shouldn’t even approach her now, but he’s been told too many times that time heals everything and he hopes that perhaps the hot summer sun will have thawed things out a bit. he’s got some iced drink she LIKES as a bit of a peace offering when he approaches her. there’s a lingering pit of uneasiness as he gets closer, but he’s careful to keep it off his face, just as he’s careful to give her an out if she WANTS.     “ hey, e — this seat TAKEN ?? ”

[wesevas]

after nearly dropping chucks of her funnel cake onto her dress an embarrassing amount of times, eva conceded, searching for a spot to sit down for a few minutes before the unthinkable happened and she dropped the entirety of her dessert. but with a packed festival, sitting options were few and far between so she settled for the abandoned golf cart. turns out it wasn’t so abounded. she wipes the corner of her mouth, catching a smudge of chocolate sauce before flashing him a guilty smile. “sorry-- i don't suppose you could be bribed with deep fried goodness?” she lifts her decadent plate up as an offering. “if someone comes by we can just say it’s a medical emergency. I'm quite the actress, you know.” she draped herself over her seat, letting her forearm fall over her forehead with a dramatic flare. “i'm feeling so weak.. i think i might faint. really, i just need to rest for a moment.” she plays it up for a moment or two, all the while careful not to spill her dessert, before breaking character. she straightens, tucks a wayward strand of her hair back and grins proudly. “not bad, right?”

enzo had been tasked with multiple things to do while attending the festival on the green. as the pr person for the student government, he was tasked with getting photos of people ‘having fun’ so that they could lie on their social media page about how glad everyone was to be here. the school was was generous to let him use a golf cart that he’d been driving to take pictures. he’d been driving it most of the day, but found himself goofing off more than working. enzo had parked the golf cart to purchase food from one of local vendors who specialized in making pulled pork. when he got back to his golf cart, he spotted someone sitting on the back cart seat. without saying anything, enzo moved to the front of the cart nonchalantly. “you know, i can get in trouble for having other people on here.” he said without letting them know that he was teasing and didn’t mind.

[wesevas]

[wesevas]

#the fact that he literally cannot say no to her (7/?)

[wesevas]

so ngl I went a little ham on her intro so if you tough it out and read the whole way through??? amazing. legendary. iconic. but im hype for this so slap that like and we can get to plotting! also I think we can all agree that discord is far superior or messaging so hmu ( vee#9986 ) ! 

( mishti rahman, 21, cis female, she/her ) did you just see EVA ROMANOV on the quad ?? aren’t they an ARCHITECTURE major or something ?? i swear the JUNIOR hates me because they ignored me in the dining hall. if i had to describe them i’d say something like: a mess of clothes covering a white arm chair, a fresh bouquet wrapped in newspaper, soft smiles & layered gold jewelry.

lbr her pinterest will describe her better then i ever will so why not save some time and check out her vibe

thems the facts

the youngest of four children with three older brothers.

her parents met in russia. her mom was an american student studying abroad on an exchange program and met her dad at uni and they fell hard and fast. after graduation he basically followed her back to the states

while her dad was on track to become a professor in the russia, school was much more expensive and competitive in america and his english was pretty much non existent. he took a job working construction to hopefully save enough to finish his education but as the kids started coming around it became more of a pipe dream then a reality for him

mom got a job as a language teacher

all the kids speak russian bc both parents speak it and it’s just easier for their dad bc it’s his native language

two of her brothers work in the trades. hvac and a mechanic. the youngest brother, aleksandr and the closest to eva played soccer all the way through college but it wasn’t enough to land him a professional contract so he’s teaching

eva is studying architecture and girl is not only passionate but damn good at it

she spent years dancing growing up and was actually pretty good at it but her passion lies with design and architecture 

personality and bits

she’s basically a combination of soft girl and feisty. she’s vivacious and full of life but she has no problem standing up for herself (3 brothers ppl) or telling someone theyre being a dick. 

can be ruled by her emotions lol if she’s angry you’ll know it. if she’s sad, or happy or in love.. it’s all over her face ok i have a lot of feelings about this

makes her bed every morning but leaves a pile of clothes on the plush arm chair in the corner lol

cries when she’s frustrated. which makes her more frustrated

a romantic. probably falls in love a few times a day tbh lol she just wants to be loved and cared for ok leave her alone

loves being outside. going for walks threw the park or throwing a ball with her dog or just having her morning coffee outside is just.. chefs kiss

def the type to make extra food for her friends. like she’ll bake something sweet and drop it off at their doors.

the type who likes to visit the farmers market and buy up all kinds of fresh fruits and veggies

the type to share food at a restaurant. like she’ll probably steal from your plate but give you something from hers in return

always tries to have fresh flowers on her counter. some come from her performances and others are just ones she picked up from a street vendor when she was out on a walk

has an adorable cavapoo puppy named charlie. he’s so freaking cute ok he’s just so happy and excited his tail is always waging and he’s always trying to cuddle and lick people ok he just thinks everyone is his friend    

lives off campus in one of the apartments 

works at the flower shop so if you need a bouquet?? she’s your girl!

wanted connections:

girls!! give her girls to rally behind and to support and girls to do the same for her. emergency ice cream sessions after bad days and trading clothes and makeup and offering up (sometimes terrible lol) dating advice

skinny love. trading smiles and stealing glances when the other isn’t looking. real cute shit

right person wrong time. gimme the pain.

crush. someone she’s just got a silly crush on lol it doesn’t have to turn into anything but just someone she’s enamoured with lol also someone who’s crushing on her too

ex’s. the most angst the better tbh. also!! maybe someone she dated who she had it bad for but after getting together the fantasy just falls apart bc they aren’t who you thought they were kinda deal?

rivals. not everyone is gonna vibe with you so for whatever reason these two just don’t get along. maybe they do stupid little things that they know will piss the other one off like playing their music too loud or sending each other gag gifts just to see their reaction lol

enemies. someone who really gets under her skin. someone who’s arrogant or cold or mean or whatever really and she’s having none of it

unlikely pairing. whether it’s a friendship or something more (!!!!!!) but from the outside it just seems like they don’t match. they seem to be complete opposites but that’s exactly why it works. i’m not saying i’d sell my soul for this but..

neighbours/roomies. she's in the off campus apartment buildings so maybe they live next to each other or on top of each other or whatever. do they get along? do they ignore the shit out of one another? do they leave their doors open and come and go as they please?

a frequent customer at the flower shop?? like someone who always comes and orders flowers for their mom or gf or friend of even just sends them as pranks and she helps them pick out flowers that mean silly things?? PLS

brotps/ride or die

tinder matches/hook ups. girl’s gotta get fed right?

situationship!!

hateship!!

i’m working on a wc tag bc it’s always for fun that way