lcrissas​:

[      CLOSED  STARTER      ]          ››          @vainglors​​​  .

WHO :  lari  &  jestin

WHERE :  cafe  sabarsky  ,  central  park

         “  what  is  the  biggest  difference  you’ve  noticed  hosting  love  island  versus  being  a  contestant  on  the  show  ?  ”  she  can’t  help  but  ask  .  “  and  if  you’re  bound  by  an  nda  ,  forget  i  asked  .  i  just  figured  i’d  attempt  to  get  an  inside  scoop  and  feed  my  useless  trivial  knowledge  .  ”  they  half  joke  .

mention   of   the   show   usually   made   him   flinch   ,   an   instinctive   reaction   to   the   public   humiliation   that   usually   followed   said   set   of   questions.   instead   ,   there’s   a   smile   that   crosses   his   features   while   elbows   rested   on   his   knees   -   poor   posture   ,   he   knew   !   but   he   had   no   desire   to   come   out   of   hiding.     “    perspective   ,   probably.   when   you’re   in   there   ,   the   whole   world   feels   so   much   smaller.   it’s   almost   like   a   fuckin’   fever   dream.   being   out   and   watching   everything   is   so   much   less   dramatic   and   intense   ,   i   guess.   i   don’t   know   if   that   makes   sense.    ”

“   daffodil   latte   ?   god   ,   that’s   a   total   nightmare   for   people   allergic   to   pollen.   ”   erana   examined   a   picture   of   the   alleged   masterpiece   on   her   phone   ,   unable   to   hide   the   way   her   features   came   to   twist   in   disgust   at   the   thought   of   the   taste.   she   wouldn’t   be   venturing   from   what   she   knew   that   day   ,   she   feared.   “   hey   ,   you   do   you.   i’m   a   sucker   for   finding   angles   ,   that’s   true   ,   but   we’re   gonna   need   a   seat   by   the   window   …   for   lighting   purposes   ,   y’know.   ”

“Well, it’s new and you know I have to get myself a picture with this daffodil latte before it’s everywhere. I don’t think it’ll taste good, but the pictures will be stunning.” An easy excuse. An easy cover up to keep posting. Erana was in the influencer world too, so impressing her was even more of a must for Lys. “And you are always a gem at helping me find an angle.”

“   you’re   totally   taylor   swift   muse   material.   ”   roll   of   her   eyes   comes   through   affectionately   ,   grin   barely   subsiding   as   erana   just   shook   her   head   in   return   for   the   other’s   FLEX.   regardless   of   how   playful   a   conversation   could   be   ,   the   mention   of   trust   usually   made   erana   flinch   ,   but   she   resists   this   time   around.   instead   ,   eyes   narrow   a   bit   (   analyzing   )   as   she   crossing   her   arms.   “   i   dunno   ,   i’m   pretty   irresistible.   don’t   make   promises   you   can’t   keep   ,   paige.   ”

"  ohmygosh,  do you really think  i'm  taylor swift muse material ?  we are mutuals on instagram,  just saying. "   and paige certainly thinks so about herself,  but they're not trying to be  SELF ABSORBED  here !   sometimes it's just nice to hear it from another person's pretty lips.   lashes will flutter up at the brunette,  easy grin on paige's lips,  and she feels so at  ease  with the other already.   " oh c'mon,  just trust me.  my hands are super soft,  trust me,  it's well worth the hand holding time !  i'll even promise not to  seduce  you. "

camisfm​:

          “  obviously  not  ,  you  were  absolutely  hammered.  ”  her  voice  holds  a  groan  with  it  as  her  body  stretches  out  ,  releasing  the  bag  once  he  had  it  secured  in  his  own  hand.  her  head  lolls  back  against  the  back  of  the  couch  again  ,  eyes  closing  momentarily  before  she  tilts  her  head  towards  jestin.  “  i’m  still  not  entirely  sure  what  you  were  trying  to  say  ,  but  i  just  assumed  you  needed  my  help  if  you  were  texting  me  incoherently  at  three  in  the  morning.  ”  eyebrow  slightly  raised  ,  she  pushes  her  body  off  the  couch.  “  thanks  ,  but  i  like  my  tastebuds  unfried.  i’ll  put  on  some  coffee  while  you  clean  up  your  mess.  ”

“    i   was   a   little   buzzed.    ”     he   could   say   ALL   HE   WANTED   that   he   was   good   at   handling   his   alcohol   ,   but   it   just   wasn’t   true.   always   the   black   sheep   of   the   family   ,   jestin   was   usually   the   one   to   knock   out   first   when   it   came   to   parties.   he   could   drink   a   lot   ,   but   not   nearly   as   much   as   his   brother   or   sisters.   it   was   a   blessing   in   disguise   that   he’d   consistently   call   a   curse.   gaze   grazed   over   the   floor’s   condition   ,   features   twisting   in   disgust   as   his   body   ached   at   just   the   thought   of   having   to   actually   clean   it   up.     “    is   my   cooking   really   that   bad   ?    ”     usually   ,   he’d   be   offended   …   if   only   she   were   wrong   ,   right   ?  

delicatlueur​:

                    “   i   was   never   invited   inside   ,   so   it   could   be   a   pigsty   …       what   ,   am   i   supposed   to   just   trust   you   ?       but   here’s   the   thing   ,   you   goin’   out   with   me   ,   broski   .       i’m   a   paparazzi   repellent   .       they   hear   ‘   richard   valmount’s   son   is   on   the  streets   of   new   york   ’    and   rush   to   us   ,   but   once   they   realize   it’s   me   ,   the   bastard   son   ,   they   leave   complaining   ,   sayin’   i   waste   their   time   .       so   no   camera   flashes   today   .   ”

“    i’m   a   private   person   ,   ace.   what   can   i   say   ?   besides   ,   yes   ,   you   ARE   supposed   to   just   trust   me.     [   . . .   ]     oh   ,   that   makes   me   feel   so   much   better.   i   take   offense   to   you   thinking   they   wouldn’t   STAY   FOR   ME   ,   though   ,   you   dick.   for   my   sake   ,   though   ,   i   hope   you’re   right   and   i’m   in   the   wrong   here.    ”

╰     closed for @hartbcats   !

it’s   pure   irony   that   leaks   through   how   opposite   her   schedule   was   on   days   she   didn’t   work   –   mornings   spent   prepping   with   meetings   ,   afternoons   with   keziah   ,   and   late   nights   completely   free.   it   was   nice   ,   don’t   get   her   wrong   !   kemdi   wouldn’t   complain   ,   especially   when   she   chose   to   spend   her   time   with   the   people   she   cared   about   most.   “   i   think   kez   is   just   about   asleep   ,   or   so   i’m   told   ,   so   i   am   ALL   YOURS   tonight.   movie   ?   bar   ?   reruns   ?   ”

LAYLA KEATING — All American: 5x04

greta  onieogou.     she / her.     cis  female.      ›    spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   kemdi  o’daro   ,   most   likely   listening   to   cozy   by   beyoncé   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty - eight  year  old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -intrusive   yet   +endearing   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   lining  a  mug  up  perfectly  so  the  label  faces  the  camera  in  a  selfish  act  of  promotion  ,  having  your  makeup  and  hair  done  three  hours  early  so  you  can  sit  on  your  phone  until  you  leave  ,  and  late  nights  that  end  with  falling  asleep  on  your  desk   ,   followed   by   their   bubble  bath  replica  by  maison  martin  margiela   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   how  she  ditched  her  ex  at  the  altar  during  a  night  out  in  vegas   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   .   (   hazy   ,   25   ,   she / her   ,   est   ,   no  triggers   .   muse  t   .   )

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎  .

full  name  :   kemdi  lena  o’daro  . nicknames  :   kem  ,  kd  . bday  :   august  20th  . age  :   twenty8  . gender  &  pronouns  :   cis  female  ,  she  /  her  . sexuality  :   bisexual  . occupation  :   late  night  talk  show  host  .

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒  .

host  and  founder  of  late  night  with  o’daro  ,  which  is  her  talk  show  that  airs  mon  /  wed  /  fri  with  specials  on  some  saturday  nights.  it’s  usually  around  11pm  and  runs  for  about  an  hour  ,  give  or  take.  it’s  a  bit  of  a  mix  of  things  (  think  snl  meets  fallon  /  clarkson  y’know  )  and  she  usually  has  guests  on  to  talk  about  their  upcoming  projects  or  latest  news.

trust  fund  baby  ,  daughter  of  a  famous  screenwriter  and  her  father  owns  a  good  chunk  of  beachfront  properties  along  both  the  east  and  west  coasts  that  he  rents  out  to  people.

she’s  been  …  unlucky  in  love  because  she’s  a  bit  flaky  and  tends  to  focus  more  on  her  work  rather  than  focusing  on  making  genuine  relationships  between  her  and  other  people  work.  cares  about  her  show  more  than  anything  in  the  world  and  prioritizes  it  over  everything  else  ,  including  family  functions  and  stuff  that’s  involved  with  her  personal  life.

although  she  works  hard  ,  she’s  a  naturally  endearing  person  and  can  talk  anyone’s  ear  off.  she  has  a  way  of  getting  through  to  people  and  uses  that  to  her  advantage  because  it  helps  her  gain  a  holding  point  against  everyone  else  –  just  in  case  she  needs  it  ,  the  ammunition  is  there.

as  you’ve  probably  gathered  before  ,  she’s  very  professional.  that  kind  of  front  comes  from  how  strict  her  parents  were  while  she  was  a  teenager.  they  practically  raised  her  to  build  an  empire  from  the  ground  up  ,  was  barely  given  the  money  she  needed  to  do  what  she  wanted  ,  but  also  grew  up  around  luxury.  she  has  a  complicated  relationship  with  her  parents  now  because  they’re  beginning  to  mooch  off  of  her  success.

her  subplot  includes  her  selling  info  to  nepoupdates  –  mostly  info  her  team  acquires  about  her  guests  and  whatnot.  

[  death  tw  ]  recently  (  about  a  year  ago  )  lost  her  brother  and  his  wife  to  a  climbing  accident  that  she  was  with  them  during.  while  kemdi  was  hospitalized  for  about  a  week  with  several  fractures  ,  her  brother  and  his  wife  did  not  make  it.  they  left  behind  their  daughter  ,  keziah  ,  who’s  three  years  old  now.  kemdi’s  been  taking  care  of  kez  ever  since  the  accident  and  has  official  custody  of  her  as  of  late  2022.  

keziah  is  the  only  thing  kemdi  cares  about  outside  of  work.  legitimately  the  only  thing.  

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  .

(  +  )   elusive  ,  endearing  ,  personable  ,  charming  ,  comedic  ,  confident  ,  inquisitive. (  -  )   indifferent  ,  loose  lipped  ,  selfish  ,  calculated  ,  dishonest  ,  wily  ,  overworked.

belsalazar​:

Since he did have coffee, she slowly sat up, groaning as she did so. She ran a hand through her long tresses, trying to detangle it as much as she could. “Coffee first. Then I’ll be a human and help you.” Otherwise, Bel turned into a true bitch. She needed her coffee to activate her more charming, nice side. “It’s horrible. And I don’t know if being able to choke it down without throwing up till later makes it edible.”

“    well   ,   you   could   be   one   of   those   people   that   takes   twelve   hours   to   finish   one   cup   of   coffee.   i   might   need   a   more   stable   compromise   than   that.    ”     words   fall   in   jest   and   nothing   less   as   he   leaned   back   against   the   counter   with   crossed   arms.   brows   raise   for   a   few   moments   as   she   watched   bel   finally   wake   up   just   a   little   bit   more.     “    okay   ,   don’t   be   mean.   it’s   really   just   …   eating   cardboard   ,   i   think.   it’s   not   the   worst   in   the   world.    ”

frannyfm​:

          lips  form  a  fake  frown  ,  eyes  moving  downwards  as  she’s  called  out  for  attempting  to  change  the  subject.  despite  only  knowing  jess  for  a  short  about  of  time  ,  something  between  them  blossomed  enough  for  her  to  feel  safe.  she’s  seconds  away  from  explaining  herself  before  her  head  shakes  ,  smile  tugging  at  the  sides  of  her  lips.  “  sweet  of  you  to  ask  ,  but  no  ,  it’s  just  dumb  girl  stuff  ,  i’ll  be  okay  !  really.  i’ll  let  you  know  if  it  changes  though  ?  you  officially  know  my  favourite  chocolate  ,  so  be  prepared  to  use  that  knowledge  ,  ”  she’s  teasing  ,  forcing  her  anxieties  deep  within  the  pit  of  her  stomach.  reaching  over  ,  she  pokes  his  nose  before  letting  her  smile  fully  form.  “  any  exciting  plans  for  the  day  ?  ”

he   fears   he   might   have   been   getting   somewhere   for   a   second   ,   having   franny   on   the   edge   of   admission   before   she   pulls   back   yet   again.   jess   couldn’t   be   entirely   sure   ,   but   he   knew   he   cared   –   crazy   ,   right   ?   in   the   short   time   they’d   known   each   other   ,   they’d   actually   gotten   decently   close.     “    dumb   girl   stuff   ,   right.    ”     narrowed   eyes   follow   the   excuse   ,   but   he   doesn’t   dare   try   to   pry   at   this   point.   as   much   as   he   wanted   to   ,   as   nosy   as   he   might   have   been   …   jestin   shows   at   least   some   self - control.     “    i   should   buy   some   and   always   keep   it   on   hand   ,   just   in   case.    ”     if   his   team   had   heard   him   say   such   a   thing   ,   jess   was   sure   he’d   get   some   kind   of   scolding.   at   the   gesture   ,   he   lifts   a   brow   but   doesn’t   flinch.     “    i   was   just   planning   on   doing   whatever   i   was   told   ,   honestly.   i   think   there’s   a   party   later   ,   but   i’m   not   sure.   did   you   have   any   ?    ”

belsalazar​:

“What, are you not interested in all the beautiful people out there in the world? There are so many lovely and sexy things to look at. Granted, we’re in winter and not everything is on display, but there is still plenty to see,” she said, bumping her shoulder lightly against the other’s. “Once I get a real smile out of you, then I will be happy. But for now it’s acceptable.”

“    not   particularly   ,   no.   i’d   rather   stare   at   a   computer   screen.    ”     as   much   as   erana   would   have   loved   to   window   shop   ,   she   was   sure   she   wasn’t   built   for   ogling   or   staring.   she’d   caught   herself   on   one   too   many   occasions   doing   just   that   –   pining   and   her   personality   were   an   awful   mix.   not   to   mention   how   incredibly   awkward   she   could   be   in   those   situations.     “    you’ll   get   one   eventually.   just   crack   a   few   dad   jokes   and   you’re   golden.    ”

frannyfm​:

          “  oh  come  on  ,  being  outside  isn’t  that  bad  ,  erana  !  the  clouds  look  pretty  ,  the  sky  is  clear  ,  even  the  snow  on  the  trees  look  magical.  ”  she  mused  with  a  soft  sigh  ,  looking  around  them.  franny  ,  unlike  her  company  ,  thrived  on  fresh  air.  if  she  didn’t  get  in  a  walk  a  day  ,  she  almost  felt  trapped  within  her  home  ,  confined  to  the  same  walls  of  her  apartment.  sometimes  she  envied  how  easy  it  was  for  erana  to  stay  hidden  ,  enjoying  her  own  company.  “  that  is  exactly  what  i  wanted  to  hear.  now  c’mon  ,  we’re  going  to  get  some  coffee  into  your  system  ,  and  i’m  going  to  treat  you  to  some  cookies  !  or  scones  ,  or  muffines.  the  world  is  your  oyster.  ”

“    i   don’t   know   ,   fran.   can   you   feel   that   ?    ”     the   sniffle   that   comes   next   is   dramatic   and   exaggerated   ,   hand   lifting   so   that   the   back   of   it   presses   against   her   own   forehead.     “    i   think   i’m   coming   down   with   a   FEVER   ,   my   allergies   are   acting   up.    ”     feigned   sickness   lasts   only   a   mere   few   seconds   before   erana’s   shaking   her   head   and   nudging   her   shoulder   against   franny’s   gently.     “    coffee   isn’t   the   cure - all   ,   y’know.   i’m   giving   you   this   one   time   and   then   i’m   glued   to   my   bed   for   the   next   week   …   but   cookies   do   sound   really   great.    ”

ofleonisms​:

     ❛  you were waiting      for      me ?       mh.  ❜        he quirks       up     a brow      as to scan         her features ,       to see if she       was lying       but       he’s always       been horrible       at that ,       especially with        her .        ❛  for        the sake      of     my ego ,       i’m choosing      to      believe ,       that very         factual         statement .  ❜       his brims quirk      at        the corner        into       it’s       usual grinch - like         smirk .       ❛ it’s not flattery ,        when it’s       true        mamacita . ❜

years   of   practice   left   erana   as   a   master   at   disguising   her   true   feelings   ,   single   eyebrow   lifting   (   challenging   )   towards   him   as   she   shrugged.     “    maybe.    ”     still   ,   his   response   begs   the   roll   of   her   eyes   to   surface   as   she   leaned   back   more   against   the   couch.   their   home   was   basically   her   second   one   ,   a   place   she   found   herself   getting   comfortable   at   more   often   than   not.     “    yeah   ,   yeah   ,   yeah.   whatever   you   say.   what’re   you   up   to   ,   huh   ?   no   good   ?    ”

jess   had   settled   on   a   casual   outfit   –   jeans   and   a   sweatshirt   that   would   suffice   for   the   time   being.   it   might   also   throw   off   any   paparazzi   that   might   catch   them   out   and   about   ,   now   unable   to   be   careless   in   who   he   hung   out   with.   the   whole   fake   relationship   thing   made   things   so   much   more   stressful   than   they   had   to   be.   “   why   can’t   you   ?   i’m   already   locked   in   ,   am   i   not   ?   ”   single   brow   raises   as   he   climbs   into   the   car   ,   huff   falling   from   his   lips   before   jestin   let   out   a   laugh.   “   this   better   be   good   ,   sof.   don’t   waste   my   time   here.   ”

CLOSED STARTER › @vainglors ( jess )

she  rolls  down  the  window  of  the  car  as  she  catches  a  glimpse  of  the  other  she  had  come  to  pick  up.  her  grin  is  wide  and  waves  him  in  "  get  in  loser,  we  are  going  shopping  !  "  she  exclaims  the  mean  girls  quote  and  waits  for  jess  before  chuckling  "  ok,  no  we  aren’t  actually going  shopping.  but  i  still  can’t  tell  you  where  we  are  going,  so  prepare  to  be  flabbergasted.  "

a   glance   from   his   peripherals   reveals   the   slight   glare   at   paige’s   excuse   –   one   that   fell   from   his   own   lips   many   ,   many   times   before   ,   and   one   that   would   fall   again   many   ,   many   times   after.   he   feels   exposed   in   that   moment   ,   a   bit   annoyed   that   he   had   to   be   the   parent   of   the   two   ,   but   that   split   second   of   irritation   doesn’t   last   long   at   all.   instead   ,   the   roll   of   his   eyes   that   followed   was   nothing   short   of   affectionate   as   he   reached   for   the   fridge.   “   oh   ,   you’ll   get   over   it.   ”   grin   flashes   before   the   corners   of   his   lips   turn   down   at   the   thought   ,   genuine   consideration   shining   through   without   fail.   “   my   inside   voice   ?   i’m   totally   not   yelling   right   now.   ”   after   another   quick   moment   of   consideration   ,   he   just   shrugs   in   return.   “   i   think   i   can   get   behind   that.   i   don’t   really   wanna   pay   for   your   hospital   bill   when   you   get   food   poisoning   anyway.   ”

if there was  ONE  thing about paige yoon,  it was that she was going to have  fun.  there would be no  manager  telling her what she could or couldn't wear,  nor a pr relationship significant other who could  dictate  where she went and what she did.  paige was,  after all,  at her core  --  free.   and so,  on the couch of jestin's penthouse after a long,  blurry night  sounded  just about right to her.  blearily,  she blinks and grabs her phone,  please that no  gemma  was bugging her to know what she was up too.  sheesh,  being in a pr relationship was like trying to raise a pet and post about it on social media.    " jeeeeeeeeestin,  i'm allergic to cleaning ! "  she'll sit up,  hair a mess as she looks towards him,  tucks her knees to her chest.   " what if  i  just call my cleaning lady for a special assignment  and  you still cook me breakfast anyways ? "  paige pauses,  scrunching her nose up a bit,  before groaning.   " nevermind,  just remembered your cooking skills.  i'll call my lady and order in if you talk in your  inside  voice,  please and thank you ! "

“   i   think   she   wrote   that   song   about   you   ,   honestly.   ”   running   bit   continues   effortlessly   ,   smile   still   evident   as   erana   shook   her   head.   it   only   falters   for   dramatics   ,   brows   lifting   for   just   a   split   second   as   she   recoils   at   the   suggestion.   “   hold   up   ,   hold   up.   don’t   get   crazy   now.   hand   holding   is   serious   business   ,   paige.   ”   the   sarcasm   pools   ,   leaves   her   to   grin   in   return   before   laughing.

" alexa,  play  mastermind  by taylor swift.  i've dedicated it as my theme song for now on, "  she'll state almost demandingly,  as if this was her new purpose in life,  and it would be her personality for the next week   (  and it just may be,  only time would tell !  ).  paige widens her eyes accordingly,  a look of innocence phasing over her delicate features,  as she gazes up through individually measured and sized lashes.   " aren't i ?  i'd be down with  hand holding,  too,  in case you were curious. "

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he  was  truly  surprised  she  was  still  here ,    he  slides  into  the  seat  and  instantly  motions  for  the  waiter  to  come  over  so  that  he  can  order  himself  a  wine  as  well  as  fill  her  now  empty  cup .         “     i  know ,    i  know .    i’m  really  sorry ,   forgive  me ?”     he’ll  ask ,     finally  picking  the  menu  up  to  glance  through  it  to  see  if  anything  catches  his  eye .     “ plus ,    nothing  will  get  spoiled .    it’s  not  like  there’s  any  blood  or  dirt  on  my  uniform  this  time.       i   like  to  think  i  learned  my  lesson  from  the  last  time  i  did  that .     ”

eyes   follow   the   waiter   for   a   moment   ,   small   smile   offered   as   her   glass   is   refilled   –   a   small   positive   that   was   already   better   than   any   apology   she   could   ever   ask   for.   deep   consideration   is   feigned   ,   eyes   casting   up   and   away   as   she   let   out   a   dramatic   hum   in   return   for   his   actions.   after   a   moment   ,   an   exaggerated   sigh   follows.     “    i   suppose   i   can   forgive   you.    ”     wine   is   brought   to   her   lips   yet   again   as   erana   lifted   a   brow   at   the   other.     “    did   you   get   completely   torn   up   last   time   ?   hey   ,   maybe   they’ll   think   i’m   an   extra   or   guest   star   this   time   around.   i   think   that’d   be   pretty   funny.    ”