kaydongrimes‌:

Kaydon knew that a lot of the girls he hooked up with probably wanted more, or at least expected a little more from him than what they got. The truth was, with a few exceptions, Kaydon didn’t sleep with a girl more than once. He got bored, and was easily distracted by other pretty girls, plus he never wanted to run the risk of a girl getting attached when sex truly meant nothing to him. Once they reached the second floor, he was pleasantly surprised to notice how hungry her gaze was, his ego swelling as well as something else when she tugged him close and kissed him. His arm wound around her waist, pulling her slender frame flush against his body, nipping at her lower lip teasingly before she pulled away and pulled him into her room, the way she was taking the lead was impressive to him. Some days, he enjoyed the ease of hooking up with needy girls who’d bend over backwards to please him- sometimes literally. But other days, he enjoyed an assertive girl who knew what she wanted, which was clearly the type of girl Faye was. “I’d say something really douchey about tasting something else, but I’m a gentleman, so I’ll just let you use your imagination,’ He teased, pushing her against the wall and kissing her, this time his hands wandered to her ass as his tongue teased hers.

Sometimes boys accused her of being too callous, too nonchalant about her relationships with them. If there was a stereotypical fuckgirl, rather than fuckboy, it was Faye. But still people tried to sway her, convinced she was some kind of angel sent from heaven purely for their own pleasure, while she was actually far too focused on her own. She crashed against the wall as she pulled him into her room, body pressed up against his as their tongues both explored, the girl tangling her fingers in his hair as he pulled away to talk again. “Yeah, definitely a gentleman. He said with his hands on my ass,” she joked, her shorts giving way to him, skin slipping out as she tugged at his shirt greedily. “Too many clothes.”

Faye walked up to Kennedy, someone she only knew in passing, red lipstick a bit smeared already at another Redwood dorm pregame. A few students were playing beer pong in the center of the room, but Faye was still finishing off a cup she had generously poured with Vodka as she approached him. “Okay. Need some advice. Which of these lucky lads should I hook up with tonight?” @kxnnyduncan

henrycrss‌:

“Oh no, I don’t think I could pull off the smart vibe he has going on at the same time you know?” Henry laughed softly as he lifted his head to look at her with a small smile. He studied a lot and tried hard in school but he wasn’t effortlessly clever like some kids were. “You think?” Henry found himself asking as she called him sexy, a small flush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t think there is anything sexy about not actually being able to fix my own truck - but thanks for trying to you know? And sorry I snapped at you that was an asshole move.” He admitted with a sheepish smile. 

She enjoyed the small flush on his cheeks, perked up even a little at it. He was cute, and the blushing was cute as well. “It’s just the aesthetic of it. Didn’t even realize you sucked until you started swearing at that thing. Totally had me fooled,” she told him, bright grin on her face as she leaned against his car, brushing her hair to the side. “All good. There are a lot of assholes around here, you were probably right to assume.” She stuck her hand out for him. “I’m Faye. You’ll have to take me for a spin once you fix it.”

Bridget for Pacsun and Brandy Melville

kaydongrimes‌:

She was a pretty little thing, not exactly the typical ‘California blonde’ that he’d grown so bored of since moving here; not to mention, the way she rolled her eyes at him made him grin crookedly. Girls here were far more open to hooking up than most of the girls in New York, although he sort of missed the chase. Half the fun was in working for it, like with that Catalina girl he’d met in the hallway. Still, this girl was hot and Kaydon was bored, a perfect combination. “I’ve got an idea,” He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, not even trying to hide the way his gaze lingered on her ass as she lead the way up to her room. “You forgot the boxes,” Kaydon teased her as he followed close behind her, admiring the fact that she didn’t seem too concerned with sneaking him into the girls dorms, even though he knew for a fact that there was some bullshit rule against that.

Faye wasn’t afraid to admit that she liked and wanted sex, hook ups. What she was afraid of was how much she wanted them. Her desire for affection felt like an addict scratching at an old habit, every time she invited a guy up to her room sinking her deeper into it, like poison ivy spreading all over her body. They reached the second floor where her room was, the girl turning around and leaning against the wall, pulling him closer to her with brown eyes licking over his frame, like a kid grabbing at a lollipop. “What boxes?” She asked with affected innocence, kissing him finally. “Wanna see my room? It’s got one of those Himalayan salt lamps. Real salt, you can even taste it,” she teased, opening the door behind her and walking in. 

kinseyhardman‌:

Kinsey was wasted, probably way more than she had ever been in her life. Stumbling out of the house she practically tripped over the girl who was asking if she wanted to keep her company. A lazy drunken smile crossed over the blondes features before her body was soon sliding down beside the girl on the steps, a little bit of her beer pouring from the side of her solo cup in the process. “I love ghost stories,” she slurred out leaning close into Faye, her lips against the girls ear. “Gin is great, and your hot, i’m hot, faye let’s fucking go tell ghost stories and say a big fuck you to your tinder date cause your pussy is a lot better than a freshmans!” Kinsey yelled out dramatically, “i’m so drunk.”

“Whoa! Cleanup in aisle 5,” Faye joked weakly, soft chuckle escaping her lips as the beer poured over her. Brown eyes looked over the girl, taking in her drunken features and considering for a moment what she was saying, before letting out another tinkling laugh. “I need to be at least five shots deeper to get on your level. I like the compliments though, keep them coming,” Faye told her, pressing a kiss to the girl’s lips impulsively, an affectionate gesture. “Come on, let’s go do something fucked up and fun,” she said, getting up off the steps and grabbing onto Kinsey’s arm to help hold her up.

all that glitters is not gold.

They’re just girls breaking hearts Eyes bright, uptight, just girls But she can’t be what you need if she’s 17

faye bessin aesthetic @fcyebessin

kcyleeirwin‌:

“That’d be quite a sight,” She snickered, her brow furrowing as she wondered if that bit about attention was really true; half the time, Kaylee felt invisible and she hated it. The other half, she felt as if she were so weird she stuck out like a sore thumb, which wasn’t preferable. She was just sort of doomed to stick out in a negative manner, something no one else at Redwood seemed to do. Everyone seemed so put together, or confident in themselves, Kaylee envied them. “Uh, people who have been to classes? You have been to classes, right, Faye?” She paused, narrowing her eyes in a scrutinizing manner at the pretty girl flopping down beside her. “I love photography, and that’s about the only class that I’m doing well in. History isn’t so bad, but science and math aren’t great. I feel like an idiot every minute that I’m sitting there, while everyone else around me understands everything so easily,” The girl mumbled, popping a few grapes into her mouth and laying back in the grass. “I don’t think I’m good at school. I think some people are smart, and do smart things, and some people aren’t and don’t,” Kaylee piped up thoughtfully, shrugging her shoulders.

Faye swatted at her as she asked if she had been to classes, hand limply pushing her away. “Of course I’ve been! I just haven’t like... paid attention.” She nodded her head at Kaylee’s next statement, finding it actually pretty relatable. “I feel that. I think whoever’s running things up there forgot my last fifty brain cells before they sent me out into the world. I just feel so dumb unless I’m like... doing art, or something. Like it’s the only thing I’m good at.” The hesitant tenderness with which she said this was self-deprecating, the girl overing up her moment of weakness by plastering on another bright smile. “Anyways. I think they’re a wine cooler or two in there. Totally nicked them from the party last weekend.” She started rummaging through the basket, making herself busy by talking a mile a minute.

kaydongrimes‌:

“I make bold moves, what can I say? I don’t like to waste time,” Kaydon replied with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders, grinning down at her when she suggested strip moving, as if there was such a thing. If she needed a cute excuse to hook up with him, he’d humor her, after all, she was looking way too hot for him not to try anything, and if that meant he had to carry a few boxes, he’d do it. “You’re kidding but that’d be fantastic incentive, although what you’re wearing right now can barely be considered an outfit. Not that I’m complaining,” Kaydon chuckled, his gaze shifting to the lollipop between her lips, some seriously filthy thoughts running through his mind. “I’m Kaydon,” He added, as he realized he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

“Faye,” she responded, Southern twang to her voice that she tried to hide most days lilting out with her name. She sucked on the blowpop, removing it from her mouth as it stained her lips a washed-out cherry color. “We’ll see what we can do for you,” she said with a roll of her eyes, although as she looked him over she couldn’t help imagining what might happen when he came up to her room. “It’s just up the stairs. If you want to come in,” she offered, the pretense of moving her boxes almost forgotten as she opened the door and started to lead him up to her room.

if this ain’t me

Going over Tinder matches with my friends like:

henrycrss‌:

“God damn heap of junk.” Henry grumbled as he climbed out from under the hood of his jeep, giving the front wheel a rather large kick with his boot before he moved to sit on the floor. His car was hold and just about held together by the string of his teeth. There were kids here driving brand new cars that were worth more than his parents would earn in a year and he couldn’t afford the type of things that they did. Hearing a noise besides him the male turned to look at them with a scowl on his face. “What…I don’t have the same money as everyone else here alright? Laugh all you want but I’ll make it work eventually so you can stop with the judgey looks.” 

Faye herself didn’t have a car, her terrible driving skills enough to keep her taking the bus and avoiding a wheel for the rest of her life. She had just gotten out of cheer practice, cutting across the parking lot with locks of messy hair falling out of her ponytail and clinging to her face. She leaned against the car, gentle smile crossing her face. “I wasn’t judging. Was more kind of laughing, you do a good Hulk impression. Mark Ruffalo’s job might be in danger.” She straightened out her practice skirt, brown eyes flicking back over to him. “You’re kind of, like, a sexy mechanic.”

Tie-front silk top hanging dangerously low on her chest, Faye was uncharacteristically chain-smoking American Spirits on the steps of a house party, amassing a small collection of butts nest to her that she had arranged in a neat line. “Hey,” she said in a soft voice, glancing up at the person who exited while a hint of a smile. “My Tinder date ditched me. Something about a cute freshman who was totally gonna put out for him,” she told them in a chuckle. “Wanna keep me company? I tell good ghost stories and I have excellent taste in gin. I’m a catch.” @kinseyhardman

Flower (2017) Directed by Max Winkler

kcyleeirwin‌:

Kaylee had been in the middle of a pretty decent nap, even without Finley to cuddle with, so when Faye had come banging down her door, she’d been bewildered and was still blinking back sleep as the girl dragged her into the sunlight to eat a late picnic lunch. “Too bright. My corneas are shot,” She grumbled, laughing and rubbing her eyes tiredly as Faye did a little twirl. “Yes, you’re beautiful, now let’s sit and eat before someone asks if you’re on something,” Kaylee teased, parking herself on a nice spot in the grass, poking her head in to see what was in the basket. “How’re your classes going so far?” She asked around a mouthful of grapes she’d plucked from the basket.

“Think I could have been a bearded circus lady in a past life. All attention is good attention,” the girl joked in response to Kaylee’s comment, plopping herself in the grass. She plucked a grape herself, popping it in her mouth and savoring it, before looking back up at Kaylee with a strained smile. “Oh, you know. Beginning of the year, who really knows how classes are going?” She lied, knowing that she was already managing to piss of every teacher outside of her art classes. “My photography class is so cool, though. The teacher looks like the Lorax. Think I saw him lose a cheeto in his beard the other day. What about you?”

finleywestbrook‌:

Finley: I hate traffic Finley: Why is the lord doing this to me Finley: Don’t start the party until I’m there

Sadie: hah karma is a bich!

Sadie: unless u consider a party me drinking whiskey alone its not lit don’t come through

@fayebess: im not convinced tony hawk wouldn't leave his wife for me