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"c'mon you've never played seven minutes in heaven?"

@takeurpickindie wanted charlie

"You seem upset," confsion pulling brows into a furrow when her greeting wasn't met with a smile. Heart begining to beat a little faster in chest, large doe eyes scan over features before moving towards the floor. Had she done something? Worry beginning to rise as she tried to recall every action since they seen each other. "Have I done something?" voice quite as she busies self with inspecting finger nails.

@takeurpickindie gets a spotify starter / zara for any muse song: if this was a movie - taylor swift

"Come back to me?"

Zara shifted on the door step, fingers fidgeting with her bag. She should have gone straight home after work but had detoured. She shouldn't have turned up unannounced, she shouldn't have even wanted to see them. They didn't work. They were messy and toxic and just didn't quite work. But, her feet and heart had carried her here anyway.

"I know that we could work it out..I..I just need you to come back."

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what was she doing? sulli had no idea what had made her eventually text marcella with one word: okay. the night had been a blur as she'd cum over and over again, unable to stop the swirling thoughts of what had happened with the other woman in the locker room. but now that reality had set in and marcella was here, in sulli's childhood bedroom with all of her photos and childish toys, her cheer uniform from yesterday hung up over her door, she wasn't sure. she felt like she was still waiting for marcella to burst into laughter, to tell her that of course she was just messing with her and god wasn't sulli just a stupid little whore to have said yes to her.

and yet, sulli had worn one of her prettiest dresses just to try to impress the other and when she'd arrived, she'd welcomed marcella in right away and brought her straight to her room. "so..." she said, awkwardly. they had rarely interacted without marcella making fun of her or bossing her around; it felt strange to have her now in this place she had thought of as safe from those interactions at school.

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aurora could confidently say that any day in the white house was an unexpected one. ten months into this and as scheduled and to-the-letter as her aides and strategists tried to keep her, things still went haywire whenever the opportunity arose. today was just an extra dose of that. day three of what was supposed to be seven days in ireland was cut abruptly short with an online threat of violence that ended up being credible. this canceled her meeting with the irish president and his wife and had her secret service on edge, ushering her back to the airport with barely a word about what was going on. rory had hoped of getting something done this trip. and now here she was, back on air force one, being toted back to d.c.

the car ride from the air force base she landed at back to pennsylvania avenue was quiet, the blonde staring out the tinted window in exhaustion. it was an early morning, the sun barely rising, but the press were in hordes along the fences wanting to catch a glimpse of her going inside. she could see the headlines now - president wallace flown home after armed threat to irish conference. would it turn into yet another conversation about weaponry, here and abroad? her director of communications was already in her ear, mentioning how making it a talking point now would get her started on one of her campaign promises. all well and good, but rory at this point just wanted to get some sleep.

getting out of the car and walking with her secret service up and around to the residence corridor of the white house, rory plucked the hat off of her head and gripped it between two of her fingers. one of her men mentioned something about diamond was waiting for her in the west bedroom. that woke her up enough, even with the secret service codename for her. aurora quickened her pace, thanking them before striding to the closed door in question. everyone else returned to their normal posts, ready and out of earshot.

"hey, you. they let you in here without my clearance?" a horrible first question, in light of their time apart, but it was the first one that came to the tired woman's mind.

Cont. from @takeurpickindie || Vera and Elizabeth (x)

"Ok, that's a fair call and I take it back. That said, I won't rescind my claim to a victory drink." Vera smirked playfully as the other woman sat down opposite her, reaching out to place a hand on Elizabeth's arm in greeting. "As do you, lovely. You make it look effortless, no one would think you were wrangling five youngsters at home." She admired Elizabeth for that, always had since they first met. "Other than that, how was your day?"

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the shift seemed like one from hell, granted, lately they all seemed to feel that way. the diner wasn't exactly the most upscale place in the world, but she didn't see that as a valid reason for people to forget all manners and sense. sighing when she heard the familiar ding of the bell as she was finishing cleaning up, she shot a glance up to the clock before going back to focusing on the counter. "we're closed."

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chloe had no idea what the other saw in her, especially considering how different the two of them were. and even with that being said, he never made to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. she slipped behind him in the kitchen, her arms coming around his waist and her cheek pressed against her back. "are you coming back to bed soon?" she asked softly, relaxing against him slightly. she always found comfort in his presence. after all, why wouldn't she? "it's getting cold in there without you."

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" [ ... ] honey , you get squirmish around guns , and lawyers , and republicans --- why would i invite you for a weekend out with my family in their estate ? i don't wanna break up yet . "

The last time Kennedy had felt this sick to her stomach had been the day she'd gotten her rejection letter from her dream college in her senior year of high school. All she could do was hope this wouldn't go quite so poorly. She was doing her best to keep her expectations low, though. Kennedy wasn't expecting a fairytale when she finally met her partner once she forced herself to get out of the car. She just wanted to appreciate her last moment in the car as a single woman (albeit she was technically already married the moment she had been matched), a moment to calm her nerves and reason with herself that everything would be okay. The vast majority of people were decent humans trying their best. She could work with that. It was going to be okay.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door of her car and walked to the entrance of the house. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. Kennedy rapped her knuckles against the door a few times, stomach rolling as she waited to meet her spouse for the first time.

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"are you just going to stare at me?" surprising them with new lingerie might just be her favorite hobby. "i mean, i didn't put it on for you to just look at me."

A World of Colour ~ Closed

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Fletcher never assumed he'd find his soulmate and truthfully who would want him. He was good for nothing but trouble. But he didn't care anymore. In fact he'd gotten used to the dull sights and lack of colour. He doubted that he'd ever find that person that allowed him to see the world for what it truly was.

That night Fletcher had gladly taken himself to his local drinking hole. It was always what he did when he was in a bad mood. He'd get a couple of drinks, then purposely start a fight. He had his first drink in his hand, as he bumped into a man and began the fight. He threw some hits and took some. It was when he took a hit to the face and stumbled back, grabbing on to the nearest person to steady himself. As he grabbed on to the other male, suddenly the world was lit up with all these colours. "You're...him" he managed to mutter out before there was a final punch to his face. He felt his nose break but that didn't seem to matter. It never did. The man he was fighting with seemed satisfied and stormed off.

Fletcher then looked at the man that had made him see colour. "I guess we're supposed to have some romantic moment or something now that you're the one that makes me see colour. But truthfully I ain't going to do a romantic speech. Thats not me." He shrugged. He tilted his head back to stop his broken nose from bleeding too much. "Fletcher by the way."

the show had been one of the best she’s ever played. she enjoyed it immensely and it seemed like the crowd did as well. with a towel around her neck, sj says hi and accepts compliments on her way over backstage. when she’s changed into her normal clothes and taken off her heavy makeup, she makes her way back to the venue. how long was she in her dressing room? it’s almost empty out here. she sits in one of the seats and starts rolling a cigarette. someone takes the seat next to her and she smiles. “hi.”

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