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Date: September 7th, 2020
“It’s open!” Amanda called from the kitchen as she heard a few knocks on her front door. She’d usually go up and open it herself, but they knew each other well enough that it wouldn’t be weird -- plus, she was dealing with a very unfortunate event in the kitchen ( the event being Amanda attempting to cook ). As she heard a pair of footsteps approach her from the entrance door, she finally gave up on scrubbing the pot of burnt mashed potatoes -- she’d really tried, but she didn’t have the patience to clean it up and it wasn’t like she used the pot very often. “Hey, sorry, I was dealing with a crisis I create for myself,” she greeted them, pressing a kiss to their cheek once they were close enough. “Go ahead and start raiding my wardrobe, I can’t promise you’ll find anything appropriate, but hey, it’s worth a try,” Amanda offered Charlie an apologetic look as she started the warm water again and started scrubbing the bottom of the pot. Apparently, she wasn’t done trying -- and Charlie would need some time to go through her dresses ( lined up like a cartoon character’s who always wore the same outfit ) and sob over her lack of a sense of fashion.
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#idk here's a thing nobody asked for#literally nobody called it the green bill but sarah wanted to make this 'joke'#[ charliekeeting ]#[ twitter: charliekeeting ]#[ your worst twitter nightmare ]
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“I love that suit.” It was the first thing she could think to say when she found herself face-to-face with Representative Keeting. Because for one thing, it was true - she did, in fact, love their suit - but she loved what it represented even moreso. She’d never have thought, even 10 years ago, that she’d see anything like it, but it was hard to hide her enthusiasm as she reached to shake Charlie’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve been following you on Twitter for a long time. Your climate advocacy is incredible.” She stopped herself at last, warm. “Gabrielle Coleman.”
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@charliekeeting: might not be in the sunshine state but the sun is just as beautiful here in dc.
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Date: August 15th, 2020 - White House Correspondents Dinner
There was something about choosing an outfit for big events such as this one that mortified Amanda to an end. She’d been invited to many of them -- admittedly, not all as luxorious and terrifyin as the Correspondents Dinner -- but one would think with how many years she was in the consultancy industry, she would have figured out what worked and what didn’t and when and where. One, as usual, would be incorrect. Truth be told, she’d bought a dress, a different one, not the one she was wearing: a lovely, emerald green long dress, simple but very elegant. A few days before the Dinner, she’d been trying it on and trying to find matching shoes and accesories and her niece gave her a look that brought her back to senior prom and wearing the wrong thing and her date not even kissing her. Not a great memory to recall when dressing for what would probably be one of the biggest nights of her life so far. So she tossed it back into her closet and, short a few hundred dollars, turned her wardrobe inside out until she landed on the simple black dress with the twisted top she’d worn to her brother’s wedding ( yes, the one from like fifteen years ago ). It still held its shape and it was the best she could find and it would make her blend in. Obviously, not everyone had opted for the same strategy and the mere flash of turquoise made her have to hide the proud grin tugging at her lips.
She wasn’t able to catch him before they were seated; instead, on one of her multiple trips to the ladies room ( could her body have hated her more? ) she stumbled into them. Low bun, teal earrings, and everything else. “Fuck-- I mean, wow,” she really couldn’t focus on anything, the whole look was so eye-catching she thought she was about to get dizzy. Then again, that was probably the glass of wine she’d had before leaving her house -- liquid courage, and all. “You look incredible,” she beathed out, shaking her head slowly. It had never been more obvious which of the two had a better grasp of style. “My original dressed kind of matched the shade of yours,” she hummed. They would have looked good next to each other. “How are you liking it so far?”
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#[ charliekeeting ]#remember when i said i'd have short threads for the event HA what a loser#[ how little they mean when you're a little too late; amanda ]#[ event: white house correspondents dinner ]#[ whcd: charliekeeting ]
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Date: September 26th, 2020
While Amanda was not the biggest fan of her birthday -- she enjoyed getting together with her friends and getting dinner ( and having an excuse to get absolutely smashed ), but that was about it --, she got particularly excited about others’ birthdays. There was something about showering someone else in attention that was so rewarding, and Charlie was far from an exception. “You look that good for me?” she greeted them with a playful look before rising to her feet and pulling them into a short, tight hug. “Okay, it’s not technically your birthday yet, but we’re still gonna pretend it is -- I’m buying, but don’t let it get to your head,” she pointed an accusing finger at them as she took her seat at the secluded table she’d chosen. “What are your plans for tomorrow? Are you seeing your moms?”
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#i dated this before even looking at charlie's bday... i truly am their biggest fan#wow this is absolute Shit!! but hey at least it's something#[ charliekeeting ]#[ birthday drinks: charliekeeting ]#[ how little they mean when you're a little too late; amanda ]
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annekane asked: false god by taylor swift
so here’s a long ass thing i did that deiniftely doesn’t answer the question and nobody asked for but did that stop me? no.
Harvard University: Government Major
-- Dated for five months in freshman year. Jason was in her Economy class and they didn’t talk until after the term was over. They met met at a bar near campus and it took her exactly those five months to realize that they wanted opposite things. He was looking for a long term girlfriend, and Amanda was already not about that life. She took the end of the year as an excuse and ended things before moving back home for the summer.
-- Hookup in freshman year. Some guy on the debate team that beat her on the last round. It didn’t last long (in more than one way), but there was something about competition that was so exciting already.
-- Dated? in sophomore year: it’s been over twenty years and Amanda’s still utterly confused about this guy. She was certain they were only sleeping together, he apparently was sure that they were an item. It didn’t end well. Someone saw her flirting with some other guy and Bruno god stupid angry and it kind of looked like a scene out of a comedy series. They were having totally different conversations, but bottom line was she broke his heart.
-- Hookup during the summer between sophomore and junior years: Amanda was as vanilla as it got because she never ever had sex ed in school (shocking) and she hadn’t had enough partners and enough confidence to try things out. Xavier was her first experience with an older guy (she was 20, he was 28) and he taught her things about herself. They didn’t talk too much, he picked her up and dropped her off just around the corner of her house so her parents wouldn’t ask whose car it was. He was an incredible kisser and the fact that he paid her any attention at all made her feel all the more mature. He even paid for the morning after pill that one time. So sweet.
-- Hookup in junior year: at that one party, her roommate and her were dared to kiss and Amanda was That Girl and was also way past tipsy and it kinda seemed like a good idea. Callie and her were in the same classes, too, and they both pretended it had never happened. To be fair, Amanda couldn’t even recall if the kiss had been good the next morning.
-- Dated for four months: Phil. Kinda lame, but had an okay sense of humour and he sat through extremely lengthy conversations with her and Oliver about the undoubtable and unavoidable demise of humanity. Evidently, he did it because he thought she owed her after, and she wasn’t informed enough to know she didn’t, so she lay down for two and a half minutes, cleaned up after and said she was tired and she’d see him the next day because he was really weird to share a bed with. After using all the clichés she knew to say she didn’t want to see him anymore, he decided to ignore her not very subtle hints and kept calling and showing up with take out. Phil really is a boring name for a boring man who needed a smack on the head and a book on women’s rights. Also: https://royisms.tumblr.com/post/621230604961333248/i-wish-i-missed-my-ex-mahalia
-- Fell for Marcus in junior year: this time, it was the other way around. She was completely enamoured by him (looking back, it was the fact that he had a full academic scholarship he didn’t need and him being a guy her age who wasn’t a complete waste of space). There were rumours but she decided to ignore them and they came back to bite her in the ass. If she remembers correctly, that was the first time Oliver held back an “I told you”, but maybe she just didn’t hear him because she was sobbing into her pillow and screaming about how men were all the same and how could she have been so stupid. Not only a borken heart, but Marcus also gave her an STD! Thanks babe!
Georgetown University: Masters in Public Policy
-- Hooked up with her first Grad professor: because she’s a dumb bitch who doesn’t learn. He was only five years older but being in a position where he was way more powerful gave her such a rush. They wouldn’t talk in class, but she’d look at him from across the room and give him a look because it earned her some rough loving when they were finally behind closed doors. He eventually stopped calling her when she passed his class and he found another student to sleep with. Anyway... That’s systemic misogyny for you.
-- Dated for eight months in 2003 - 2004: Joshua. Maybe the first relationship she’d consider serious. She had her own room for the first time in years and so did he, and they spent most nights together. With working on top of studying and her lack of time-management skills, she didn’t spend too much time with friends and, instead, they became each other’s support system. In the end, they liked each other because they didn’t have others who’d stand by them while they got consumed in their textbooks and not because they had too much in common. He’s now probably a Republican mayor in some town and he’s balding so she calls this one a win for sure.
Started to work for her father’s consultancy to dip her toe into electoral strategy.
-- Hooked up with: Frank. A lawyer who’d just joined the consultancy business. She met him at an event she was assisting in. He was also struggling to pay rent but he was much better at hiding it and his neat hair and grey tux (and her lack of human touch in months) earned him a willing young blonde eager to get out of her heels and into his bed. They were done by 12:13am and he kicked her out, didn’t even call her a cab. Definitely not what she’d pictured for her first month as an official adult.
Didn’t date anyone, finally decided to officially put her career first and not focus on men. Also, started going to a therapist for the first time! This was great. We love mental health. Started to think about leaving her dad’s business and work on something else. Consultancy was okay but she really wanted to make an impact on the world, have a legacy... Yada yada.
-- Hooked up with: Luke. Her friend stood her up at the bar because she met some dude and Amanda was forcefully introduced to the beauty of drinking alone. This guy used the classic ‘pretending to be your boyfriend when a stranger is hitting on you to get them off but then I ask for your number so you’re uncomfortable again but I win so who cares’ move. She was tipsy enough that she didn’t care he didn’t have a condom. Unfortunately, her bank account disagreed when she withdrew the cash necessary for Planned Parenthood. You know what, fuck you Luke.
She took on more responsibilities at the office and eventually gathered enough to have her own clients. Granted, she still worked for an office, but her dad was close to retiring and she was proud of her own accomplishments. People actually called in and requested her by this point! Amazing progress. She was never working on campaigns alone because Youth and also men were still in charge lmao let’s not forget!! But hey. It’s something.
-- Hooked up with: Samuel. He wasn’t a client anymore and he was a little younger than her, actually. He was also a Republican. Something about him winning the election with her help and her getting praise over the work she’d done by her peers made her reach out in 2010. One glass of wine became two and three. She kicked him out in the morning, and as far as she’s concerned his wife never found out.
-- Dated (on and off) for one year and a half 2011 - 2012: Doh. He was a rising journalist, he’d written a big piece on something sketchy that had happened in Congress and he’d scored an important job, and he still wasn’t as busy as Amanda made herself. It was one year full of half-fights because, as if on cue, her phone would always start ringing and she’d pick it up without hesitation. In the end, he was too tired to explain, and she didn’t really want to hear it. By this point, she’d already started shooting people an annoyed look when they asked when she’d finally have children.
Her dad retired and his partner bought his half of the business. Amanda decided to leave the company; with the connections she’d secured during her many years as an assistant, she was finally able to consult on her own.
-- Hooked up with: Paarush. What was supposed to be a night of unwinding and letting herself go ended in too tight of a grip and some deep bruises on her neck. She had to wear a scarf for days to avoid any inappropriate questions.
-- Dated for two years: Peter. Professionally, she was getting places she’d never even dreamed of and, as it had happened before, she was putting her career before anything else. She started seeing Peter after a friend of a friend introduced them and he was sweet. He was an economist and he wasn’t as busy as her, but he seemed to understand. The first few months, he’d call her at night and listen to her rant about her day, he’d check in on the weekends and wouldn’t get mad when she forgot to return his call. A few months in, he asked for the spare key to her place and it made sense, because he’d get there so much earlier than her. She’d arrive and he would have made dinner because he knew she’d forget to eat otherwise. It started small: something about the clients she was working for, how she should just stay home, comments about how good of a mother she’d be even though she’d made it very clear she had no intention in having children. By the end, it was about her beliefs and her impossibility to be empathetic with him. Most of all, he repeated over and over how she was so innocent to believe she could make a change in the world. It was hard to part ways because it was so comfortable -- they’d fallen into a routine that had taken a lot of weight off her shoulders for a while, but when she changed the lock of her apartment and refused to talk to him, she really believed she was better off without him.
-- Hooked up with: Hans. As far as she’s concerned, he definitely wasn’t the worst man she’d slept with. Need I say more?
Started working for Oliver as his Chief of Staff. A new job, new staff, new line of work altogether, it was… Big. Not too much time for dating but she deprived herself of sleep.
-- Hooked up with: Javier. Not a Republican, but a conservative Democrat. He was on his way to become Mayor of Louisville (thanks to her, mostly). Again, winning is exciting, and she’s a simple woman with needs.
-- Dated for nine months: Charlie. They matched on Tinder and Amanda messaged them with a line she thought was funny and cheeky, it probably wasn’t but for whatever reason, Charlie messaged her back. They met at a bar and hit it off almost immediately, and - wow, sleeping with someone she didn’t hate was a welcomed change. They were the first (and, so far, only) person she dated who wasn’t a man. It was a little scary at first, to be honest -- she’s a feminist, she’s liberal, she’s progressive, and she’s nice, but it was a new experience and she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. In the end, they were both too busy to keep up with a relationship. Fun fact: they both decided to break up on the same night so they were dumper and dumpee all the same. Amanda was not amused at the time, she hadn’t been dumped in so long, but hey… They didn’t talk for a while, but then ran into each other at some event or the other, one thing led to another… They definitely hooked up a few times after breaking up, but both made sure there weren’t any romantic feelings left there. That would’ve been Awkward.
Election season started and, with that, her new position as Campaign Manager for Zafar 2020. Later, she’d become Deputy Campaign Manager for Berkeley-Zafar 2020. She’s working way more hours and definitely doesn’t have time for men. Or does she! You know what I’m talking about.
-- Did not date for nine months: Silas. There are many things she could say about him, but she won’t because it never happened. Outside of her bedroom, and his (and… His office, and the restroom at that one bar), this never happened. She never sent him flowers, he never put on his cat to meow through the phone to her, they never shared a lazy Sunday morning with coffee in bed and books unrelated to work. And he’s definitely not the man who “I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town” was written about.
#okay... here's the thing... however long you think this is gonna be#it's probably longer#the THINGS i'll do to avoid writing replie somfg#mnmchallenge#except nobody asked for it#[ silassanford ]#[ hans starke ]#[ charliekeeting ]#[ tell me again about how it hurts ; being awfully loud for an introvert ; amanda ]#how tf do i tag this holy crap
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Date: August 8th, 2020
Amanda Roy was late, and it wasn’t uncommon. She hated to leave people waiting but it was a bad habit she’d developed and couldn’t seem to shake off. Some people had gotten used to it ( Oliver, for sure, her brother, and others ) but with someone she didn’t know or hadn’t seen in a long time, it was embarrassing. She really tried to be on time, but could never seem to get it just right. If she did everything quickly at home, by the time she got to the street there would be an overwhelming concentration of traffic flooding it, or she wouldn’t have any hot water for a shower, or she’d drop her coffee and have to clean up the mess. Whatever the reason, she was always late. And maybe they already knew -- after all, they’d waited on her on many occasions -- but it didn’t make it any easier when she finally walked up to him and offered an awkward, apologetic smile. At least the streets of Washington D.C. weren’t cold this time of the year. Having someone wait for her at a random corner of the city would really have been much worse if it hadn’t been August.
“I am so sorry, you wouldn’t believe the morning I had,” she stressed, pushing her rebellious hairoff her face. “Were you waiting for long?” she asked, even though she really didn’t want to hear the answer. For someone who struggled with time so much, she surely moved from one subject to another extremely quickly. “You know what Big-block-of-cheese day is?” she questioned him, stepping up to the coffee cart to order her usual latte.
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just friends - virginia to vegas
It’s Sunday night and they both have work in the morning but they’re still holding tightly onto each other’s arm as they stroll down a deserted street in D.C. They can hear some shhhs from near houses when their laughter gets too loud. There’s one open bar and the shots are cheap; their gazes meet for a moment as if to make sure they’re not imagining it, and they’re not. They down two extra shots and they’re way tipsier than anyone should be on a work night, but, again, they’re walking down the street together and she spins to show how the skirt they chose for her does that thing, and they show off a new earring. Now, they’re in the back of a taxi together and the driver keeps glancing at them through the rearview mirror because they can’t stop giggling at the stupidest stories they’ve told each other hundreds of times. There’s a pause and she says, “You know, you were like some of the best kisses I’ve had,” and her breath is shaking still from their jokes. They nod and grin back and appreciate the compliment, but she’s not done. She adds, “Do it again?” in the lowest of whispers, only audible because they were paying that much attention. It’s been four months since they broke up and they’ve shared a bed at least twice since then, but it’s okay. “We can say this is closure, right?” her voice is heavy from climbing up the stairs to her apartment, but also because she can already feel their hands on her waist and their lips against hers.
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[ Amanda > Charlie ]: Your activism is sexy
[ Amanda > Charlie ]: I am in absolute awe
#[ charliekeeting ]#u kno what#im not sorry about this.#[ text me when you get home safely ; amanda ]#literally no need to reply this is just her reaction#[ texts: charliekeeting ]
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#i hate her im so sorry#[ charliekeeting ]#[ your worst twitter nightmare ]#[ twitter: charliekeeting ]
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Her focus on the campaign trail had more or less trampled over what had become a secondary job - though it had started far more part-time. She didn’t often appear on NBC, but years of standing in as a talking ahead had helped her to adapt, and she was a wanted voice, sometime, to speak on behalf of Washington “insiders”. (She suspected too it looked good for the “diversity” quota, but she never said so out loud.
She had just returned from another trip south, and was admittedly a little tired, but was nursing a very large coffee as she waited for Charlie Keeting to come for their meeting, set up with her phone and notepad to make sure she represented them well. When he came in, she stood up, extending a hand in their direction - not quite familiar enough yet for anything beyond a handshake, tho she did like them. “Charlie,” she started warmly. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me so quickly. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate already lately.”
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