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mdwomn​:

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘     holy water 𝗪𝗛𝗢         @zoevaliente

it had been a while since she last saw the other , but that’s just how it was. they would go months and even years without any form of communication and pick right where they left off when they saw each other again. it was exactly the type of friendship gigi cherished the most - a low maintenance one. ‘ hey. ’, gigi raised her eyebrows , greeting the other while taking a seat across from her. ‘ alright , let’s go. ’, she took a sip from the drink she had ordered before finding the other. ‘ hit me with the recap. ’

She let out a breath, trying to recapture the past few years in her mind for Gigi’s digestion.   ❛ Well, first I need a damn drink, ❜ she said, waving a hand at the bartender. ❛ Please, your driest martini with 3 olives, ❜ Zoé desperately requested. ❛ Gi. Where do I even begin? ❜ she grabbed the stemmed glass as soon it was put down and clinked her drink against her company’s. ❛ I’m officially a resident of Westerly, ❜ she told her. ❛ No more New York City studio, nada, ❜ it still shocked her to say. ❛ I can vote in local elections! Can you believe it? ❜

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ruinmc​:

      he’d be lying to himself if there weren’t any sort of anxiety swirling about him whenever zoe was around. most of the time matthew was trying his best to not embarrass himself too badly. laughing at her observation while shrugging his shoulders. “ I don’t think they’re as unpredictable as you think they are, it just depends on how you take care of them and the driver.” he muses on setting aside the grease rag once he was content with how clean his hands were.  “But if you’re especially worried I could probably give you a quick run down on some light maintenance over drinks if you’re free. “  a light blush coats his cheeks at his attempt of asking her out. 

She raised an eyebrow at him, letting out a huff. That was easy for him to say. ❛ This is my first time owning a vehicle–– but good thing I found you, ❜ Zoé said, giving him a smile. She shook her head, wondering if the underlying message was truly there or was he actually being a genuine help to a driver like her? She switched, nodding her head instead. ❛ I probably should’ve gone to driving school, ❜ her eyes widened at him and she quickly erupted into laughter. ❛ Sure–– drinks and tips doesn’t sound bad. How about this weekend? Are you busy? ❜

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jamesbreck​:

zoé valiente.

A cheeky smile graces James’ expression, the only woman moving to prop herself up on her elbows. “Seriously? You know I can never resist a dare…” She says, her dark brows arching in amusement. She darts her gaze between Zoé and the ocean before them. The smile on her face grows before she stands, brushing the sand from her clothes before stripping down to her bra and underwear. James looks around them, thankful to see the beach was basically empty aside from the two of them. 

“Okay, deal.” She continues before jogging over to the sea, letting out a small yelp as the cold water touches her ankles. James is quick to dive in, submerging herself entirely into the vast blue. Her head pokes out from the waves, one hand reaching out to point to her friend. “Your turn, Z!” 

Her eyes remained on James’ undying soul, promptly amped at the opportunity of adrenaline. ❛ Let’s go, James! I knew you had it in you, ❜ she said to her. Zo’s aura bonded with hers in an indescribable way since she was younger and they were still syncing energy to this day. She pushed herself up on her knees, laughing as she watched her race to the shore. She clapped in admiration of her spirit, cheering her on from the sand. 

She watched her swim back to the surface, and soon enough, her opportunity was presented. She shrugged, standing up and shimmying out of her outfit and skipped towards her, cart-wheeling into the cold water. She submerged herself quickly, popping up next to James. ❛ I’m–– ❜ she shivered aggressively before dipping back under, coming back up and letting out a large breath of relief. ❛ Goddamn freezing, but it feels so, so, good out here. ❜

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feignedhues​:

open to: zoe valiente | @zoevaliente location: keller residence

“Would you believe me if I told you that Sara almost considered doing nothing but lights this year?” Aspen said, climbing down the ladder leaned carefully against the ivory paint of the house. He’d been taking down Halloween decorations all morning in preparation for the next season now that they’d had their fill with his children’s classmates passing by to gawk at its feigned haunted corners. It was now time for fall, and soon enough, the holidays split between Aspen’s celebrations and that of his wife. The last few years they had decorated under Sara’s insistence to fit along with the neighborhood, and for their children’s holiday spirit. This year, however, she proposed they do minimal efforts with no explanation.

He sealed one of the boxes on the porch, the howling of a ghoul locked inside muffled. “And here I was thinking I’d have to re-budget for the sake of a seven foot Pottery Barn nutcracker.”

The Nutcracker was some kind of vacuity against the truth of the circumstance at hand, a glaze that even Aspen had started to believe ever so often. Laced under his ramblings, was a small plea that someone else felt the shift in tone of his home, and who better than to notice it than Zoe?

She looked at the remaining decorations with a curious eye. People’s decorations said a lot about them–– it all depended on how much, what theme, and what the true underlying message of it all was. Halloween at The Keller’s was nothing short of spooky, considering other than just the decor. Zoé kneeled to pull the large plastic spider out of the dirt, placing it in the pile next to the others. ❛ Really? ❜ a part of her was surprised, but on the other hand–– Sara was a little unpredictable from her own point of view. But alas, here they were, still keeping the spirit of the holiday. ❛ That seems so unlike you guys, though, ❜ she said to him. ❛ And here, I expected nothing less than the seven foot Pottery Barn nutcracker this year! ❜ she teased him gently. 

❛ Maybe consider it a blessing in disguise. You don’t have to scale the roof to place Santa’s reindeers this year! You can scale mine instead, ❜ a large laugh left her. ❛ I wonder if they’re still in stock. I have to check online. You’re way better at this holiday stuff than I am. ❜ and she was grateful to have him remind her of the beauty of celebration.

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everjacqueline​:

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“Don’t tempt me. I miss our negroni sbagliatos with prosecco.” That is, before some TikTok meme or another made their Carbone-favorite into some Gen Z fad. Jackie can practically taste the vermouth and dry white, paired with an extravagant fettuccine alfredo. Maybe Zoe had a point. Her best friend was well known for evading prying eyes, and doing so in style. Who’s to say one foray wouldn’t be acceptable? “Good choice.” She marvels approvingly. “And in exchange for helping you make that decision, I’d think you’d loan it to me once and awhile.” She adds with a wink, nodding approvingly down at her own set of string pearls. “You know, if I’m ever in need of a conversation changer - or somewhere for a date to stare besides my tits.” Jackie adds with a laugh, circling behind Zoe with the pearls in hand. They are carefully deposited to the stall keeper’s hand, as she hurried back to set it in a case. “Deal. But I am not wearing my old wedding dress.” It was Vera Wang, for goodness sake

Zoé let out a groan, clutching the crystals that still laid on her neck. ❛ Stop, I could cry thinking about having one with too much bread on the side, ❜ she shooed her off. They had experienced the cocktail before it was too high in demand. Now, she’d settle for something that never let her down. ❛ You know, I’ve actually been into martinis lately, ❜ she informed her. It was new, as in, she had one last night and liked it enough to have two. ❛ Yes, of course, plus–– I know exactly which look in your closet would go with this, ❜ she pointed at the necklace as she browsed around. ❛ Wait–– is there a reason? Because... it’d be chaotic but also absolutely iconic. That dress was absolutely stunning, I’ve got to say. What’d you even do with it? ❜ she asked, turning around to look for her. ❛ God. Now, I want to go home and make a negroni sbagliato. ❜

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ruinmc​:

where: bennett’s garage status: closed for @zoevaliente​

         there was a rule of thumb that his mother told him before he took over the auto shop don’t flirt with the customers and most of the time matthew followed the code. maybe breaking it once in awhile to compliment a regular, or to get a smile out of someone that seemed to be having a rough one. however with zoe the rule all but left his brain. it was harmless fun and he never crossed any lines, but now that he had gotten her car back to running it was time for the fun to end.

cheesy grin spreading across his lips as she made her way into the shop, “ Well there’s my favorite customer.” he’s quick to tease wiping his hands on the rag in his back pocket he strolls over to her. “ I dunno how I’m going to survive without these weekly check in’s now that we figured out the problem and got it fixed.” a faulty fuse was all that had matthew banging his head against the wall and cussing the makers which only had infuriated him further to see how easy of a fix it actually was. 

She was never any good at owning a car, especially growing up in New York City–– but it was deemed a necessity for her time in Westerly with her mother and soon enough, she learned how much maintenance a vehicle took. 

Despite how tedious it was for her, she couldn’t help but grin as soon as she saw him for what should’ve been their last interaction. She let out a laugh and shook her head at him, practically skipping in his direction. A part of her internally judged herself for being so giddy to see him. ❛ Oh, wow, says the big guy himself. I’m flattered, it’s an honor, ❜ she was sure he was keeping his business in line with her check included but she’d take the compliment any day. She looked over at the car itself then back at him, huffing gently. ❛ Do you really think this is the last time you’ll see me? These things are unpredictable! ❜ She pointed her at the cars lined up around the garage. 

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Mood for life

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jamesbreck​:

open — for anyone. location — misquamicut state beach. time — late afternoon.

The sun was shimmering behind a darkened cloud, cascading as slim rays along the bright blue of the water. The weather was decent despite the overcast, a chill in the air enough to warrant a coat and sweater. And yet James stays in the sand, her boots cast to the side as she rests her feet in the sand. 

“Not the best beach day, huh?” She quips to someone at her side, allowing a small laugh to sound from her throat. She looks to them before averting her gaze to the water again, watching as the waves lick the shore. “I’ve always been tempted to run in even though I know it’s probably absolutely freezing. I did it once as a teenager and it was so stupid but so fun.” Cue another laugh, the sound weaving through her words, a humorous confession. 

Zoé sat on her beach towel, heels dug into the white sand that surrounded them. Her sights were set on the crashing waves before them, lost in her thoughts before she was forced back into reality by the sound of James’ voice. She looked over at her with a chummy smile, a laugh escaping her chest. ❛ I swore it wouldn’t be so windy, ❜ she said, pushing her curly locks behind her ears before it was blown out of place again from the gusts of wind. Zoé loved being so close to the water, something she didn’t appreciate often enough in the city. Luckily, James reminded her to stop and smell the roses sometimes. Her ears perked up at the chaotic noise James presented in the form of a hypothetical idea–– which was not good for someone like James to be around someone like Zoé right now. 

❛ Just once? ❜ she asked in clarity. ❛ Hmm.. I triple dog dare you. Hey, but, if you actually do it... I’ll jump in, too. ❜ 

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everjacqueline​:

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“One of the very few gems in town.” Jackie bemoans, with no shortage of derision. The Westerly-born and forged woman ought to speak kinder about her hometown. Wasn’t it self-imposed superiority that burned her in the end? Yet old habits die hard, and she can’t help but click her tongue as the clasp falls into place. “Better restaurants than when I last lived here, but still. I miss the city.” And yet, there was no going back. Not yet, anyways. The scandal of her divorce could be heard up and down Park Avenue, and not even the promise of Nobu dinners with Zoe or shopping in SoHo could silence it. Shaking her head, she refocuses on the necklace and emits a low laugh. As if Zoe needed convincing. The woman could out shop her, and then some. “You know, if you consider the necklace inspiration for your boutique-” Not a foregone conclusion, but Jackie’s of the opinion that Zoe could thrive as an entrepreneur. “Maybe you can write it off as a business expense.” Though it’s not as if either girl is lacking, in that regard. She turns back to the displays, pausing at a set of pearls. “Maybe this - I could dress up as a Stepford Wife.” Though she’d be better off with Lindsay Lohan’s iconic “Dead Ex Wife” costume from Mean Girls. Far more accurate to her current circumstances.

Zoé hummed, amused by hearing Jackie. They both managed to feel the same sentiments most of the time, but, Westerly seemed to be growing on them–– very very slowly, but surely. ❛ At least they have some, ❜ she rebutted. For someone who saw the negative very easily, today was on the sunnier side for Zoé. ❛ Honey, please just tell me whenever you want to get dinner at Carbone’s and I will drive us! Incognito as could be, of course, ❜ Zoé would never be able to pass up the carby-goodness that Carbone’s offered them on late nights in the city. ❛ I could go for an unhealthy amount of garlic bread sooner rather than later, ❜ she pointed a finger-gun towards her, shooting off a warning sign to her friend. They would need to take a trip very soon into the city. ❛ You know, now that you put it that way... ❜ she tugged on the necklace a little more, finally pleased with the way it sat on her neckline. ❛ I think we deserve a little something. If I’m not going to make it in time for a caramel apple, I’ll have to get this, ❜ she compromised with herself. ❛ You’d be the most stunning. But, I have a feeling a lot of Stepford Wive’s will appear around these parts. ❜ she assumed. ❛ I could be Chucky and you could be Chucky’s lovely Bride, ❜ Zoé had it in her to be a menace for the night. It wouldn’t be too far off from her own self. ❛ Who else could be pulling that off around Westerly? ❜

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brennamoores​:

“You think so? I feel like I never started gettin’ hangovers until I was like… twenty-five. Before that all it took was a bottle of Gatorade and McDonalds breakfast and I’d be ready to go for the next night of drowning my braincells.” In all honesty, there is a part of Brenna that envies the girls on stage tonight. She remembers what it had been like to be twenty-one without a care in the world, when her biggest worry had been how she was going to get home that night. Not that thirty-four year old Brenna has all that many responsibilities — single and childless without so much as  goldfish relying on her, she knows she has it pretty easy compared to some. Still, if you were to ask her she would say her plate was very full, thank you very much. She turns to look at the brunette shrugging, eyes sparkling just a little with amusement. “I’m  sure they’ll stay up there until someone else comes looking for a turn. You wanna go upstage them? I’ll hold your place in line.” 

Her face scrunched as she thought about the whimsical days she had experienced in her past. Partying was almost a mission for Zoé at one point of her life. ❛ They definitely weren’t as bad as now, but, I definitely know how to cure a hangover better at this grown age. ❜ She used to rely on her youthful aura to heal the copious amounts of liquor she would intake but as she grew older, she required a little more TLC than a cold water bottle and some sleep. Now, she’d spend at least $50 on UberEats and a whole day of recuperation for her. Zoé looked back at her, a small smile appearing on her features. A part of her did want to go up there and do something, but the other part of her was sober and no longer felt that passion. ❛ I’d rather stay for Miss Daisy’s famous caramel apples, ❜ she told her. ❛ Talents everywhere. I’m sure you’ve got something in you to demonstrate up there,  ❜ Zoé teased. 

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everjacqueline​:

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It’s with affection that Jackie crinkles her nose, equal parts amused and impressed by Zoe’s latest fashion statement. A crossbreed between a drunk socialite and a chic, Coachella attendee. It bemoans just enough eccentricity and charm to remind Jackie (and the world) of the actress’ fame and glamor. And though most would see only that, Jackie sees more to her best friend’s humor than that. By her side in a navy sailor hats and a Chanel peacoat, she peers down at the ruby crystal necklace. “Those are at least Grade A rubies.” Jackie nods, duly impressed by the find. Westerly was home to a spectrum of incomes, and it’s reflected in the town’s offerings. With a laugh, she sets down her own glass of rose, standing behind Zoe to examine the necklace. As with all things that were important to Zoe, it was important to Jackie as well. “Hm…” She hums, in thought. “What would you wear it with? It might be too flashy for street wear, but too subtle for any of your evening dresses.” Jackie assesses critically, reaching from behind Zoe and adjusting how the necklace sat on her collar bone. “If you were really drunk, you would have bought the stall already.” She says in playful accusation, as if she wasn’t prone to over-spending after a few glasses of Chardonnay.

She’s silently convinced as soon as she hears Jackie, even though none of her words said buy it, Zo. The mere fact she didn’t protest against the piece was enough convincing for someone like Zoé. However, the clashing prints and style were causing distress for her in the moment. Zo shrugged, pushing her hair away from the tiny clasps for Jackie. ❛ The gems of Westerly, I guess, ❜ she noted. Zoé had hesitations about moving to the small town at first. She had been raised surrounded by the busy streets of New York, always on the go from the moment she hit the concrete. Her biggest worry was filling her time since a part of her despised being alone, but, Westerly had proven otherwise. If anything, Zoé’s mind ran a million miles a day since arriving. On top of it all, she was starting to find the hidden gems of Westerly, literally. ❛ Hey, I could wear it to the next booth after my next glass of wine, ❜ a laugh followed her words. She looked closer in the mirror as the red gems dripped along her neck and raised a hand to touch the delicacy. ❛ Maybe this could be part of my blood for a Carrie costume for Halloween, ❜ she began to convince herself again. ❛ I’m being resourceful in a way, ❜ Zoé said, peaking over at the lengthy price tag. ❛ Fuck it. I’m buying it. Do you see anything you like? ❜

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Modern Family: T3EP9

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i wanna take your clothes off… ;) and then replace them with something else because that outfit is ugly as hell

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CLOSED FOR: @everjacqueline​

LOCATED AT: Westerly’s Annual Harvest Festival 🎃

She was still getting used to living in Westerly even a year later. Luckily, she had her best friend with her in a place like this. They were locals and strangers at the same time but they only understood the ever-evolving circle they grew up in. Jackie was as normal as it could get for Zoé and today, they’d engage is true local normal behavior by attending the famous fall festival. She was covered by her (recently purchased) big, floppy hat and sunglasses with a glass of rosé in her hand as they roamed amongst the booths open for shopping. Zoé was a sucker for retail therapy and she was ready to do some damage at today’s event. She took a sip from her glass before she let out a large gasp, picking up the ruby crystal necklace and turning around to find Jackie. ❛ This is too beautiful to pass up, ❜ she said to her as soon as they locked eyes. She placed it over her neckline, moving over to a mirror and staring at herself with the jewels hovering over her. ❛ Okay... or is it just the wine speaking? Fuck. What do you think? ❜