She didn’t have much. A couple plastic containers and two duffle bags and the entirety of her possessions were inside of his apartment. The objects that once cluttered her impossibly tiny space seemed to almost be swallowed up by the space of his dwellings. “So this is how the other half lives,” she mused playfully nudging him as she put down the last smaller box down, her words laced with a subtle Australian accent. She was only teasing him, it was in her nature - truly, she was grateful for his kind hand. He was easily the nicest person she’d met since she had moved to New York as a young girl. It had been a harsh reality check when she realized the city didn’t quite have the literal or figurative warmth of Bondi Beach at only thirteen years old.  Olivia was never one to want to accept help. She had been raised to take care of herself - not that her parents didn’t care for her. She just learned early that her problems just weren’t always the most important. However when faced with the choice of taking Luca’s generous offer, or living on the streets (she would never ask her father for help, nor worry her mother) the choice was easy. Plus it was closer to her classes and the coffee shop she worked at where she first met her new roommate. “You have to have some vino around here, si?” She bonded with him through their Italian roots, and Italians celebrated anything and everything with wine - at least that was her excuse. 

@diangelicos

eyy looking for an angsty 1x1/small group rpg -mildly fame based.  or idk literally anything. anyone know where i can find something like that? thanks pals. i’ve been out of the game/community for a little while now so i’m not sure how to do this stuff and find people anymore.

(i don’t type like this when writing obvis, im just a lazy pos when im not being creative)

i got lots of ideas and pull tons of muse from songs and i like angst, and fluff, and drama, and all that fun ass stuff. i like a lot of layers and small details/headcanons in what i write so that’s why i’d prefer to find something smaller than a big rpg. i find i often drown and get lost in bigger groups.

if you like people sending you headcanons and ‘this is so themmmm’ all the time with memes and shit, and like writing with people who can either write two sentences or two pages, hmu. i’ve been doing this for like 12 years now.  and there’s more random stuff below the read more and if you keep reading you’re a great pal.

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declanflanagan:

“Fourth time, you should’ve figured out I don’t function without coffee by now”, Declan said, ducking under the door frame further into the shop. “Your own fault really, you’re my enabler to my coffee addiction. All on purpose I’m sure, you’re all sweet and innocent looking, you’d get away with it.”

“I’m just your friendly neighborhood coffee dealer,” She said smugly, glancing him over. On a slow day, some eye candy was nice and the fact he’d been in multiple times was fine by her. “Looks can be deceiving,” she harmlessly flirted, the 23 year old enjoying a bit of fun. It wasn’t uncommon for her to make out with someone on any given night out, flirting with a handsome patron wasn’t out of the question for her. “The usual, or should I make you something special?” She questioned with a playful smirk.

peterstewart:

“Excuse me, I thought we upgraded my status to toddler,” he responded, watching with an amused grin as she managed to miss her mouth. “Were you planning on taking a nice bite of the glass there, too?” he snickered. “Saw some dude on My Strange Addiction who ate glass once, I don’t want you turning into him unless you let me show up in a cameo as the concerned friend. ‘She started bringing shards in a plastic bag whenever we went to the movies. I should’ve known then.’” With a dramatic groan, he let himself stumble down beside her. “Sweaty,” he started to say, propping his chin into his hand, “if I was any more chill, I’d be in the frozen meat department at the grocery store. I am…the chillest. Outkast might as well have written ‘Hey Ya’ about me because I’m cooler than cool. Ice cold, in fact.”

The intoxicated female was snickering at his jokes despite her best efforts to not give him that satisfaction. Turning onto her stomach to tan her back she looked over at him as she put the beer bottle back into the sand. “Alright, alright, alright, alright,” she danced mildly in her spot as the song he referenced played in her head. “What’re we doing tonight?” She questioned though with how much they’d been day drinking in the sun it wasn’t likely she’d be able to make it out without a nap and some gatorade first, but for the time being she was eager to keep the party going as her brown eyes were casually looking him over, her uninhibited hands reaching over to teasingly flick his nipple.

“You are such a baby,” Olivia teased him, clinking her teeth on her fourth bud light lime as she tried to take a sip. Ignoring her failure she put it back in the sand which was littered with the ash from their blunt that would soon disappear. “Just like, chill out,” the tipsy college age girl laid back down against her beach towel. “Lay down with me, soak up the sun,” she urged, with one arm shielding her eyes and the other reaching out blindly to pull him down with her. 

“Listen, as much as I love the beach and all that, the ocean fucking terrifies me sometimes. Something brushed against my ankle when I was swimming earlier and it wasn’t seaweed. I almost had a heart attack. Damn creepy sea creatures.”

Olivia glanced up from her own book, the highlighter cap she was chewing on being removed from her mouth. “Oh Arabic... for sure,” Olivia nodded, “It’s such a beautiful language, written and spoken,” she explained her reasoning as she placed the marker between the pages to save her place as she shut her book, not minding the small break from her studies. “Orrr, I could help you learn Italian,” Olivia offered, her father using his native language more in the house growing up than English. 

“Which language do you think I should learn next?” Mary held up two different ‘learn-a-language-using-this’ books, one for Mandarin and the other for Arabic. “I’m trying to broaden my repertoire and find something to keep me occupied.”

peterstewart:

Peter watched for a brief second as the sugar grains he poured melted into the sea of pink. “Looks girly,” he noted, “the heart is a cute touch, though. I’ll expect you to have mastered a silhouette of my face next time, though.” He took a hearty swig, and although it was pretty different than his regular order, he wasn’t complaining. It was sweet, but not overkill, plus he wasn’t going to complain about a free drink. “I think the word you’re looking for is realistic,” he replied. “You’re still young and full of hope, Liv. I kind of gave up on that a while ago. Hey, no judgement. If they want to be delusional with their optimistic views, that’s their choice. It’s what makes us unique individuals and all that BS.” He took another sip, savoring it before he shot her an inquisitive look. “So what was your resolution, Little Miss Sunshine? Cause if it had to do with you and me smoking more weed together, I’m totally down.”

“I’ve been practicing, actually I just haven’t figured out how to fit your ego in it.” She taunted, before she was moving to clean up the machines from making his drink. Olivia bit her tongue as he made her feel like a child compared to him again. She was only twenty-three but she was wise beyond her years - besides he was only a few years older than her. “Always to smoke more weed,” she nodded, glancing over at him, “And to just try and find one thing to be happy about every day,” she admitted honestly despite his views on resolutions.

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peterstewart:

“I might’ve. Don’t let it get to your head,” he chuckled, shouting a quick “hey!” in response to the rag being thrown at him. “Am I the only person who’s given up on the New Years Resolution thing?” he started, leaning over and propping his chin up in his palm. “People aren’t that realistic. The whole ‘new year, new me’ motto is nice and all, but c’mon.” He ripped open a small packet of sugar to pour in his coffee while speaking. “That’s like me saying I’m gonna stop hitting on people when I go out clubbing. It’s a well thought out goal, probably attainable if I really wanted it to be, but in the end, it’s not gonna happen. Uh, no offense if you made one, by the way. I’m just over it.”

Listening to his rants was something she was used to by now. She let him go off on his tangent on resolutions, pushing herself back from the counter to get started on something for him, not bothering to ask. He was typically happy with whatever she made him and she was always using him as a guinea pig for her ideas. Glancing at him periodically as she pumped syrup into the cup to show she was paying attention and was in fact thoroughly amused by his ideas she just smiled over at him. As she was steaming the milk, she concentrated on what she was doing, before pouring the concoction into a paper cup, the liquid a light pink color complete with a foam latte-art heart. Pushing it across the counter to him without a lid she was proud of her work. “White chocolate raspberry,” she told him before sliding the lid next to the cup. “Well, tell me how you really feel,” she snickered before her head shook, a loose curl falling from behind her ear. “Nah, I get it. You know me, I try to improve myself every day. You don’t always have to be a debbie-downer, however. There is something refreshing about a new year.  Let people have that simple pleasure,” Olivia concluded giving him a shrug. They often bickered back and forth, debated subjects they disagreed on and it was always something she enjoyed.

peterstewart:

“The best. You…are a coffee goddess,” he said, purposely laying it on thick for her. “If they decided to retire the mermaid chick and had to pick a new mascot for Starbucks, you’d be the next runner up.” Peter placed a hand on his chest, as if he were greatly touched. “A moment, for me? Well I’m just honored to be in your presence, madam.” He cut the crap after a minute, shrugging in response. “Not a whole lot, actually. Just thought I’d drop by, see how life’s going for you, get my java fix. Maybe watch you do an interpretive dance with that rag you have if the mood calls for it. All that fun stuff.” 

“Aww, you missed me,” she teased him, pursing her lips and giving him eyes as if he was an adorable kitten before she was tossing the very rag he was teasing in his direction. It was nice having a good relationship with her roommate, someone who made her laugh and felt more like a friend and side-kick. “It’s been pretty slow - a lot of people must have given up five dollar coffees for New Years. Won’t last long though,” she promised enjoying the mental break from her shift.

ruben-fuentes:

He smiled as he took a seat and sat back as she spoke. “I wouldn’t say important but I’d like to be awake for it. I mean it mostly consists of as all teasing each other and getting drunk so I have to have my wits about me and make sure I can roast each of my friends as adequately as possible,” he replied with a shrug and laughed softly. “That’s what friendship is about, right?”

“Mixing an upper of caffeine and a lower of alcohol doesn’t sound like a good idea... but I also did jager bombs till I puked last weekend so,” She cringed lightly at the memory of the painful hangover the next day. “Exactly - what’s friendship if you can’t insult each other?” She said sarcastically, but her laughter was soft. 

thenaomimeijer:

“Somebody’s been keeping count,” Naomi said with a grin as she put her laptop bag on one of the empty chairs. “And no, everything’s fine. Internet at my AirBnB is still a pain though,” she said with a grimace as she walked to the counter, “hence me coming here. Again,” she finished with a shrug. 

“You’re from out of town?” Olivia questioned leaning her palms against the counter to give her heels a brief break. Being on her feet all day sometimes got out of town and she hadn’t had much time to sit despite it being a slow afternoon. “Well, we love our familiar faces regardless where you’re from - what’ll it be?”

jhcrmcns:

“I have nothing else to do,” he responded simply, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned forward against the counter on his palms. “I’m just waiting to see if my project passed it’s final testing, so I have nothing to do until I get that call and I don’t really want to go do anything else.” J stood up straight and pulled his wallet from the front pocket of his jeans, opening it and holding out a ten dollar bill. “I mean, I’m technically still on contract so I need to be available and nearby. I guess that’s why I just keep ending up in this area and not, I don’t know – In Europe, or something.”

“Project?” She questioned as she put the cap and sleeve on his mug before ringing it in to the register. “Or is it some sort of top secret mission thing?” She mused herself raising her eyebrows as she held out his drink to him. “That’ll be 4.15.”

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catmartinez:

She smiled at the younger woman, her eyes twinkling with some kind of happiness. Catarina’s eyes usually twinkled, it was strange and not strange at the same time, but she did love going to that coffee shop, the perks of living in a small city, getting to know the people pretty damn well. “No new discoveries just yet, but I can only cross my fingers that soon there will be some?” She raised her eyebrows. Mostly being dedicated to certain studies like turtles and sharks, Cat thought that it would be nice if she could spend some time dedicated to them— but she needed time and money to live. “Oh you are? We could catch some waves? Or maybe we should go night diving? I mean away from the dangerous places? It will be fun.”

Topping off the drink with whipped cream, Olivia took her time to put on the lid carefully before putting a half-ripped straw in the top before sliding it across the counter to her, “3.75″ she said the total as a side comments, pressing the typical buttons on the register before she was back to grinning at the other woman. “Well, when you discover mermaids or a new species make sure to name them after me for fueling your caffeine addiction,” Olivia spoke through a subtle laugh, her fingertips tucking a stray dark curl back behind her ear, listening to the suggestions. “Yes, absolutely! I’m always down for a swim or surf any time of day,” Olivia lit up, giving an enthusiastic nod. She was always ready and willing to go on an adventure, spontaneity one of her own addictions.