Realistic or Modern Strangers with Memories

[apolla]

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[yousmelldead]

mood

serene.

location

Braxton's apartment.

outfit

short shorts & tank-top.

mentions

Braxton.

tags

Sunshine.

Sunshine was something that Phoebe cherished. She loved the feeling of it as it hit her porcelain skin, the warmth that instantly radiated throughout her body. A warm sunny day was definitely on her favorite's list. However, another one of her favorite things is waking up next to someone she adored. Braxton. Phoebe's eyelids fluttered open, her big blue eyes staring at the back of the man's head as he snoozed peacefully beside her.

"Hey sleepy." Her words were soft, her hand reaching out and tangling with his unnatural blonde locks. "You're going to sleep the day away." Phoebe shuffled underneath the sheets, her body still tangled in them from the previous nights endeavors. The brunette gave one more tug on his tousled head of hair before rolling to her side of the bed. Braxton was going to be late for his exam for his tattoo license. He had been studying so hard for it, there was no way she was going to let him be late for it. Especially since she spent endless nights making sure he got all of the OSHA material drilled into that thick little head of his.

The sheets on her side of the bed were cold causing goosebumps to rise on her bare legs. Phoebe wanted to snuggle back up to the heater she called Braxton but she knew not to. It would end in other things and they didn't have time for that this morning. She reached over onto the nightstand, grabbing at her phone as she settled up on the pillows behind her back. The phone lit up from the facial recognition, her blue eyes scanning through some of the notifications before swiping onto her calendar.

Ah, crap. Today was her brother's birthday. Phoebe groaned silently, putting her phone back down on the nightstand. She was going to have to pick up a card on her way back to her parents house or she would never hear the end of it. You'd think a sixteen year old boy wouldn't need a birthday card anymore. "Okay you, get up. Today is the big day." Phoebe took the pillow from behind her back, wiping it quickly onto Braxton's head with just enough force to make a small impact.

phoebe.

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[yousmelldead]

mood

hyped up.

location

the Malley home.

outfit

black t-shirt and fitted jeans.

mentions

mimi.

tags

"Come on."

Rowen was almost positive that this was a bad idea. Something was bubbling up inside him saying to get the fuck out of the house and move on. However, Mimi was a terrible influence and she tends to push those boundaries within the poor guy. The brunette moved quickly in the large house, hand entangled with Mariah's as he moved quickly up the large spiral staircase.

Sure, he had snuck her into his house more times than he could count. Never through the front fucking door though. Even the maid at the front, Julie, was taken back when the dark haired girl with the attitude of a fucking lion came through the doors. Ofcourse no one would say anything, no one would dare. Rowen's father, Harold, was absolutely terrifying and if he ever found out that his son was 'slumming' it with a girl from the tracks it would be World War III. Rowen shook the thoughts from his brain, continuing his strides until he made it to the large wooden door that was his.

With a quick shove, the door opened and was followed by the two teens. Rowen's mouth was eager as it pressed feverishly against Mariah's own, his hands pulling at his shirt as he maneuvered both his body and hers across his bedroom. "My dad can't know you're here." He groaned against her mouth, his hands pressing on either side of the girls smooth face. He would never admit it, but Mariah had a hold over him that no other girl had ever had. It was the strangest and the most terrifying feeling he had ever felt.

rowen.

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[apolla]

Mariah Cabeza.

Mariah laced her fingers together with Rowen's, a wicked grin spreading her lips upwards as he led the way through his exquisite house towards his bedroom. Mimi spared no attention to the small details and expensive decor as they maneuvered through the place, even almost knocking into a table with a glass vase on it as she rounded a corner too widely. Laughter sputtered from her lips, but she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from making too much noise. It was no secret that Rowen's parents didn't and wouldn't like her, not that it bothered her any. Hot Spanish blood coursed through her veins, and she'd learned quickly in life not to give a fuck who liked her and who didn't. Including her boyfriends parents.

Following him up the stairs, she kept her eyes on him and before she knew it, they were shouldering their way through his door. Within seconds, his lips were on hers and she let out a breathy moan, her hands grabbing for his shirt to help him tear it off. The fabric was quickly thrown to the side, and she took a second to drink in his toned features before his lips captured hers again. Her breathy sounds turned into a groan of annoyance at his words, and she placed her hands on his bare chest to shove him backwards. "My dad can't know you're here." She mocked him, her lips twisting into a smirk as she stepped forward. "God, you really know how to kill a mood, don't you?"

But despite her words, the mood was not lost. She shoved him again, this time onto his bed, where she climbed on top of him with hardly any hesitation. Straddling him, she braced herself on her knees as she leaned down to kiss him, her lips only lingering on his for a few seconds before she moved elsewhere. Her hands found the buckle of his pants and she started to undo it, arching her back to give him quite a view as she moved. "How about next time-" She kissed his chest, enunciating her words as her eyes flicked in his direction. "You don't mention your dad when we're about to get hot and heavy, hm?" She reached up, his pants completely undone now, running her fingers through his hair before she gripped some of the locks and yanked his head backwards. "It's not like this would be the first time he walked in on us."

hot

rowen's bed

outfit

yousmelldead

nine lives

 

[apolla]

Gabriel Thorne.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, Amy." Resisting the urge to slam his fist through the wall, he just balled his hands into fists instead, turning away from the dark haired girl in front of him. "I wasn't eye fucking the bartender." Scoffing, he snatched his drink off of the bar, lifting it to his lips and downing it in one go. It was definitely not a shot, and if he kept up like this, he'd be beyond fucked up in no time. "We're fuckin' leaving." Slamming his glass back on the counter, he yanked his wallet from his pocket and threw some bills on the bar. "Before you accuse me of some more shit I didn't do." Had he been eye fucking the gorgeous redhead behind the bar? Well, of course. But he couldn't tell Amy that. Besides, it wasn't like he was going home with her, so what the fuck?

Turning back to Amy, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled, not caring if she was ready to go home or not. He probably shouldn't even be driving himself at this point, but he'd convinced himself that he drove better tipsy. Or high. Which, right now, he was both. His high was ebbing away, being replaced by the intoxication from the liquor he'd drank, but as soon as he hopped into the driver's seat of his Corolla, he reached for the half smoked blunt in his ashtray. "You want some? Or you still being a bitch?" He didn't look over at Amy as she got into the seat beside him, placing the end of the blunt between his lips while he fished for a lighter. Finally finding one, he lit the end, holding the flame there while the pot burned for a few seconds before he inhaled.

Starting the car, he slammed his door shut, not bothering with his seatbelt as he shifted into drive. "I'm stopping at McDonalds. If you're nice, I'll get you your favorite." Now he slid his gaze over to her, winking in her direction as he navigated through the streets. And sure enough, he stopped and pulled up behind the last car in the drive through. He took another hit from the blunt before he held it in front of her, letting the smoke waft in her direction. "You want? Or you still mad at me?" He taunted, smirking as he leaned back in his seat, placing his hand behind his head to drive with his knee. "What's it gonna be, princess? Burger and fries and makeup sex? Or a night alone while you pout?"

high

his car

outfit

_amaranth_

nine lives

 

[_amaranth_]

Amarylle Hargrove

the toxic babe

the car

frustrated

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Gabe ( apolla )

As much as he was denying it, Gabriel was totally checking the waitress out and his eyes spoke louder than his words. Amarylle knew that in his head, he was not only undressing the pretty redhead but fucking her shamelessly in all the way known to the filthy man. And Amy hated it. Sure, she also checked a few guys out and imagined what she could have them do to her but for fuck’s sake, at least she was subtle about it. And here Gabe was, basically drooling over that girl. “Keep it in your pants, asshole. It’s still me you’re taking home tonight.” she mumbled and finished her drink. And from there, the situation only escalated more, ending in an open public argument, one of many for the couple at the bar. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That’s why there is a whole tent in your pants. Fuck you, Gabe, really. Every single time the same shit, I swear.” Amy sighed in frustration but that was it. Before she could order another drink, one that would definitely send her over the edge, Gabriel grabbed her wrist and dragged her away, stumbling and trying to pry her wrist out of his steel grip.

“I can walk on my own, alright? Let go, asshole!” she screamed and a few heads turned to see the fighting couple. “What are you looking at? You need my boot in your face?” Amy snarled at a nearby dude who quickly averted his gaze. They got to the car and Amy threw herself into the passenger’s seat, crossing her arms across her chest. “Fuck you.” she spat at him when he offered the blunt, regretting her words immediately. She wanted to get high after all. For a moment, she just sat there and let him drive wherever he wanted. Her dark gaze watched the night city pass behind the windows of the Corolla and she wondered how they even still were together. Gabe meant a lot to her but on the other hand, he was everything she despised. Amarylle needed to be in control but there was no way she could ever control Gabe. He pushed all her buttons and she hated that but in a sort of sick and twisted way, she couldn't live without that.

“You gonna buy me with food and dick? Classy.” she shook her head but her hand still reached for the blunt. She inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for a while before letting it curl out of her lips. “You’re fucking ridiculous, Gabe. At least admit it. You were checking her out, weren’t you?” she asked, looking at her man with a shadow of hurt in her eyes. “I know you were, I just need you to say it.” Her high was slowly coming back and mixed with her tipsiness, it created a nice cloud of paranoia in her head. “Say it and then we can go home and have makeup sex. Shit, we can have the best makeup sex ever, just admit that you're a douche.”

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[_amaranth_]

Braxton Montgomery

the tattooed trouble

bed

relaxed

birthday suit

interactions

Phoebe ( yousmelldead )

A sweet tone of voice sounded somewhere in the distance and Braxton heard it as the sweetest of the melodies. Phoebe’s voice had that effect on him most of the time. Even in deep sleep, she could get through to him, making him want to drown in the sheets with her, wrap his tattooed arms around her and hold her close to his chest, equally covered in ink and hard muscle. “I don’t see what’s wrong with that…” he muttered sleepily, tightening his grip on the pillow which he held under his head and chest. He felt her fingers tangled in his hair and moaned as it brought back memories of their previous night when she was tugging on his hair for a different reason alongside crying his name out loud. Maybe he could make her do that again…

Yeah, no. There was no way he could because once his eyes fluttered open, the realization sunk in and he remembered there was some place he had to be. And yet, getting up still felt like the hardest thing to do, especially with Phoebe’s warm body beside him. He groaned and swiped his hand to the back but his current state and being with his back turned to her didn’t help his orientation in space. “Come back here, kitten…” he mumbled but his eyelids fell down again, making him want to return to the sweet ignorance that was his sleep. But Phoebe did have some other plans indeed.

A pillow hit his head at the back, forcing his eyes to fly open. “What the…” he growled and turned around abruptly. “What was that for?” he asked but he was still grinning wide. “You wanna start something?” he asked and sat up, letting the blanket roll down, only covering his loin now. “Don’t start battles you can’t win.” he laughed and basically threw himself on her, pulling her under him. “What was that, hm? I expected a kiss on my big day, not a pillow hit.” he hummed and buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her skin. “You better apologize now or else…” he threatened but Phoebe would know it was nothing but good fun and he meant it in a fun way, a way that they both would appreciate a lot. His hands gripped her tiny waist and he moved his lips to her throat, making his way up to her lips. “Now you have to pay.” he told her and just as he pressed his lips on hers, the doorbell rang in a few continuous chimes in a row.

coded by natasha.

 

[yousmelldead]

mood

confused.

location

Braxton's apartment.

outfit

short shorts & tank-top.

mentions

Braxton & Samantha.

tags

_amaranth_

Phoebe loved the effect she had on Braxton. A simple tug at his blonde locks and his head tilted and noises of pure bliss passed through his lips. She would be lying if she said she wasn't screaming on the inside. How in the world had she gotten so lucky to have Braxton as her own. Sure, he had his issues but the good outweighed the bad in Phoebe's mind. He changed. He changed for her or because of her at least. She watched as his eyes fluttered open, her pet name slipping past for a brief moment before his eyes closed once again.

The brunette made a small 'oof' sound not soon after the pillow had connected with Braxton's head. Her body was flung back while the sheets that were draped over them were no longer existent. She squirmed under his weight, a wide grin spreading across her face as Braxton's face connected with the nook of her neck. She so wished this moment would just last forever. Never having to leave his bed would be a perfect way to live the rest of her life. "You should have woken up--" Phoebe was caught off as soon as she felt the lips of the man on top of her against her sensitive neck. "Mhm." She mulled softly, her body now restless as the heat crept across and she her aflame.

Bright eyes snapped open as she felt his fingertips against her waist, setting the rest of her body on fire. Jesus, why did he have to have this effect on her? The only man that she had ever been with to make her libido sky rocket. "Braxton--" Her mouth slammed shut against Braxton's, her hands tangling themselves in the mans hair almost instantly. Her bliss was cut short by the obnoxious banging against the apartment's front door. Phoebe pulled her lips away from Braxton's, a whine slipping past as she wiggled herself out from underneath the male. "Who the hell would be here this early? Is it Chaz?" The brunette padded across his bedroom, moving out of the room altogether and headed to the door. Hopefully Braxton would have enough sense to get dressed not that his friend Chaz would even care.

"Chaz stop kno--"

As Phoebe opened the door her words caught in the back of her throat. She stared at the blonde standing in the doorway with wide eyes. She knew this girl. She had seen her on Braxton's instagram before. "Oh how cute." The woman spoke first, her body pushing against Phoebe's as she moved into the apartment with ease. Phoebe turned slowly, her blue eyes staring madly at the model of a woman. "Samantha." Phoebe could feel the words leave her mouth as she finally connected the dots in her head. "Where's Brax? I'm driving him to his test." Samantha stared at the brunette, her hands rummaging through her purse in an attempt to grab at her lip gloss.

"You're talking to Braxton?..." Phoebe moved to the door frame, steadying herself against the wood for a moment as she waited anxiously for Samantha to reply. Why would she be bringing Braxton? None of that made sense. "Yeah, we got back together last week. Didn't you know?" She was going to be sick. Without hesitating any longer, Phoebe stormed past the blonde haired woman into Braxton's bedroom. She started throwing her things together in the small bag that laid on the floor beside the bed. How could she have been so stupid to think that she had changed him?

phoebe.

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[yousmelldead]

mood

well shit.

location

the Malley home.

outfit

bare chest and fitted jeans.

mentions

mimi.= & papa malley

tags

apolla

Oh Mimi.

The feisty little girl that she was ignited every part of Braxton's body.

The dark haired male grunted as he was pushed back, his knees bending as his back hit the bed with only a force Mimi could provide. She mimicked his worried statement about his father causing the man to grunt. If Mariah only knew how bad shit would go if his father was to walk in. Rowen had nothing without his father and the family business. He didn't have a choice other than obeying the command of the dickhead.

The mood was indeed not lost, his hands quick to find Mariah's tiny waist, fingertips digging into the soft skin beneath her shirt. "Let me make it up to you." He grinned against her mouth, his palm moving across her toned stomach slowly. While the pair were so far from being right for each other, they were indeed right for each other. It was a fucked up concept, really. Rowen hissed as her lips moved, his hips bucking upwards as he felt her fingers hastily attacking his belt to undo it. "Whatever you want, pidge." He grunted out, his eyes fixated on the cleavage that wanted to so badly pop from her shirt.

Mariah was correct. It wasn't the first time that his father had walked in on them. However, Rowen was always quick to toss her from the bed to the side where there was no clear view. He always made it look like he was working out which wasn't unusual for him. When Mariah was brought to his father's attention, it was always turned down with a smart remark that went along the lines of; "yeah okay dad.". This time was different.

The door to Rowen's bedroom was already open and the two on the bed were completely oblivious to the tall man standing in the doorway. Rowen moved his back up, his hands moving across Mariah's back while his fingers fumbled with the bra clasp popping it open almost instantly.

"Rowen."

Fuck. Rowen halted, his fingers digging into Mariah's back as the voice overcame his senses. It was as if he had completely lost every thought in his brain. The dark haired male was quick to push Mariah off of him as he stood abruptly, smoothing the legs of his jeans. "I--" "I thought that she wasn't in the picture." Rowen kept his face clear of emotion as he stared at his father, his hands finding themselves in his pants pockets. "She's not. It's just a man need, you know?" He lied. Mariah was so much more to him than a fuck. That was for damn sure.

rowen.

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[apolla]

Mariah Cabeza.

Mariah's words were true, Rowen's father had walked in on them before. But every single time, he shoved her off so fast her head spun as she hit the ground or hid behind a pile of blankets. She wasn't stupid enough to not have noticed that, but then again, Rowen made it obvious with his stupid comments that he didn't want the man to know. But why? Mimi had asked multiple times, but she didn't like Ro's answers. He always had some sort of excuse, some reasoning behind it, that didn't make sense to the dark haired girl. What was the big deal if his father knew? So what if he wrote Rowen out? As far as Mimi was concerned, the two of them could forge their own path in life, she and Rowen. In fact, having Rowen in her life was her future. It may not be perfect, but it was perfect to her.

Apparently she was the only one who felt that way. Though they fought to see who could have control in this hasty situation, everything changed when that deep voice belonging to his father filled the room. Mariah froze, feeling Rowen's fingers digging into her back, but not in the fun way. She stared down at him, her eyes silently challenging him to finally stand up to the man. But if he got the memo, Rowen clearly ignored it. He pushed Mimi away, where she landed on her side on the bed with a soft oof. Her head immediately twisted towards him, then his father who still stood in the doorway. His words made her eyes narrow, and she pushed herself up as well, not even bothering to reclasp her bra as she crossed her arms. Rowen looked like a fuckin' robot there beside her, and she was positively fuming.

"I'm not?" She echoed his words, the surprise evident in her voice even though it probably shouldn't have been. Her lower lip quivered, and she looked between both men before she let her gaze settle back on Rowen. "Just a man need, huh?" She snapped, her voice low with anger. "Fuck you, Malley. Find your 'man needs' in someone else's pu**y." She reached behind her, but instead of clasping the bra she just yanked it off through her shirt. "Guess you won. Congrats." She directed these words at his father, pushing past the statue of a man as she headed into the hallway, trying to hide the tears forming in her eyes. Sniffling, she took off towards the front door, yanking it open and not even bothering to close it behind her. Fuck Rowen, and fuck his father. If this is what he wanted, then it's what he got.

hurt

rowen's bed ---> outside

outfit

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BwzAYHmCUAAF4ox.jpg

yousmelldead

nine lives

 

[apolla]

Gabriel Thorne.

Gabe was one hundred percent checking out the bartender, but did he want to admit that to Amy? Absolutely not. Somewhere in his mind, he already knew he was busted, but he couldn't just admit it and come clean, no matter how she asked him. Their argument only escalated and would escalate further, so Gabe had the sense of mind to drag her from the bar towards his car. He really wasn't in the mood to fight, and the night had been going so well. If Amy just wouldn't call him out on his bullshit, things would be fine. But he already knew that wasn't who Amy was. She did and would call him out every single time, and even after all this time he was still torn on how to feel about it. On the one hand, he didn't want some doormat who let him do whatever. But on the other hand, he didn't want to be controlled, nor would he ever be.

She declined the blunt with a sharp 'fuck you', which despite being directed at him, brought a knowing smirk to his lips. He just drove to the nearby McDonalds, waiting behind the cars as he asked her basically how the rest of the night was gonna go. "I'm a classy man." He quipped back, watching her as she took the blunt from him finally. Then she brought up the bartender again and he groaned, banging his hand on the steering wheel. "Really? Why the fuck do you have to do that?" He rolled down his window, resting his elbow on the door as he looked ahead. "Why the fuck do you need me to admit it?" He finally asked, purposefully not looking at her. The cars moved forward and so he followed suit, making sure to keep his eyes on the car in front of his.

After a few moments of drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he moved his hand, gripping the gearshift. Shifting into park, he finally twisted his body to look at her, and without warning he shot forward. Gripping her by the neck, pinning her to the seat, he captured her lips in a heated kiss. His other hand went exploring, not caring who saw as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her jeans. It was a tight fit but he managed, and he stayed like that until the car behind him honked. He pulled back, grinning at Amy before he held up a middle finger out of the window. "Fuck off, grandma." He hollered back, shifting into drive and pulling up to the window. Proceeding to order the regular things for the both of them, he lifted his hips to grab his wallet from his back pocket. "French fries and fuck?" He winked at her, his lips curling into a grin as he reached the window to pay.

another h word

his car

outfit

https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-c...co-Caleo-2015-Fashion-Editorial-Shoot-013.jpg

_amaranth_

nine lives

 

[_amaranth_]

Amarylle Hargrove

the toxic babe

the car - their home

excited

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Gabe ( apolla )

Gabriel Thorne was an asshole. He was the doom of Amy’s existence and she hated him with passion. He could hurt her like nobody else, he could be the sharpest dagger in her heart and his words could be more poisonous than any snake. And Amy was more than in love with him. She would never admit it out loud, not in a million years. But she did love him and he was important to her. Sex was amazing, that was one thing. He could do her the way no one else could even come close to. But that was not the most important part. He was the perfect puzzle piece for Amarylle and the only person to keep her inner bitch on the leash. They argued a lot but they also could be sweet and their good times were more than amazing. It was mostly their jealousy and need to control each other that was causing them trouble.

Amy sat in her seat and pouted like she often did and the THC was flowing in her veins as she smoked the rest of the blunt, not even caring whether Gabe wanted some more. Whatever anyway, they had more of those back at home. Her mouth was running every now and then and she was trying to give Gabe some hard time so he knew she was not done with him just yet. However, as always, Gabe surprised her. His strong hand created a pretty necklace around her neck and deprived her of a large portion of air and the rest of oxygen was taken away by his lips crushing hers in a hot steamy kiss. To strengthen the sensation, his hand explored her body under her jeans and Amy found herself opening her legs to Gabe automatically. She even moaned in the kiss and was almost sorry when it ended way too soon. Fucking Gabriel, he always knew how to get to her.

They moved closer and Amy vaguely heard everything happening around them and Gabe placing the order. Blood ran in her ears and she was way too flushed to focus. “Fries and fuck, yeah…” she breathed and bit her lower lip to hide tat it was trembling. She wanted him, she wanted him to get all over her immediately. And when the food finally landed in her lap and Gabe started to make his way towards their small place, Amy could barely contain herself. She had never gotten to the elevator faster and her grip on the paper back from the fast food only tightened. So once she managed to set the back down inside their small studio, she pulled Gabriel closer into an aggressive kiss. “Let’s fuck first…” she hummed and pulled his shirt over his head, shoving him towards the bedroom. She could even sacrifice herself and eat cold soggy fries but she needed her man immediately, suffering from a serious lack of the vitamin D.

coded by natasha.

 

[_amaranth_]

Braxton Montgomery

the tattooed trouble

bed

irritated

boxer shorts

interactions

Phoebe ( yousmelldead )

Mornings like these were what Braxton grew to adore. Before Phoebe, he was that douchebag who would never bring a girl to his place because there was no escape. He always went to her apartment or even a fucking motel room because in the morning, he could creep away quietly, only wearing his boxer shorts, with a pile of clothes in his hands. It was not unusual for him to be getting dressed at the reception. But it was only Phoebe who was able to make him start to love mornings, waking up by her side and not wanting to run away and never see her again. She was changing him and the resident bad boy was slowly becoming a little domesticated. In the best way possible.

Once he was finally up, he turned around and soon, the gorgeous brunette was under him. Sure, he had his exams but he still needed his good luck charm. “Mhm, I’m about to make you say that name over and over again.” he hummed amusingly and kissed her like he was hungry for her lips for years and he finally got to taste the sweet nectar of her mouth. Her fingers in his hair, tugging at his strands, were only fueling his fire as he wiggled his way between her legs and the situation was getting steamy and heated. Braxton was fucking ready to take what was his and give Phoebe her fair share as well when the annoying buzzing sound of the door bell cut through the air, making him groan loudly. “Fuck them, they’ll leave…” he mumbled but Pheobe was already out of his grip and walking towards the door. “Fuck them, Pheebs!” he tried again but she already opened the door. And then the shit hit the fan.

At first, Braxton had no idea what was happening but he did roll out of the bed and put his boxers on. Not that Chaz had never seen his dick before but it wasn’t like Brax wanted to show off his only area not covered in tattoos. But when he actually saw who came to their place, Braxton froze. “What are you doing here, Sam?” he asked, confusion written all over his face. Samantha was…well, to put it mildly, a stalker. In reality, she was that disgusting worm which would suck to your skin and take as much blood as she could get. And when she dropped the bomb, Brax almost fainted. “What the fuck…?” he asked and could only watch Phoebe’s reaction. “That’s not true. Phoebe, what are you doing? Baby, come on…” he tried but she was very persistent about packing her stuff. “Baby. Princess, look at me. Phoebe…” he kept trying but Samantha wasn’t helping. “Jesus, Brax, if she wants to go, let her go…” Samantha rolled her eyes. “You shut up!” Brax hollered at the bitch and pulled Phoebe closer. “Look at me, Pheebs!” he told her, forcing her head up. “She’s lying alright? You know that. You know me. Let’s just talk about it, okay?” he tried to convince the girl he loved but after more snarky comments and demented remarks from Samantha, Brax started to feel there was no way to salvage this.

coded by natasha.

 

[yousmelldead]

mood

fuming.

location

Braxton's apartment.

outfit

short shorts & tank-top.

mentions

Braxton & Samantha.

tags

_amaranth_

Fuming.
Phoebe was absolutely fuming.

The brunette didn't pay any attention to Braxton's words, her mind was too focused on making sure she managed to grab all of her belongings from the jackass' apartment. None of it made sense. How could she be so blind to what was going on around her? Usually the girl was sharp and knew exactly what was happening. Unfortunately this was the one time in her entire god damn life that she was blindsided. The worst part was whom she was blindsided by.

All of the answers were in front of her. Was Braxton even studying for his test? He had been out lately 'studying'. The only thing he was studying was the underside of Samantha's va-jay-jay. "Don't you dare princess me." Her words were cold as she shrugged off his touch, grabbing her phone charger and slamming it into the bag that was now overflowing. Fuck it, if she couldn't grab everything she didn't even care. The constant blowing up of his phone. Fuck, Phoebe you should have seen this coming instead go being the one coming.

Phoebe managed to duck out of his embrace, standing upright as she pushed down the tears that threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes. She wouldn't let him see her cry. Not a god damn chance. "Fuck you, Josiah.", words cutting through like a knife, "You never changed." Phoebe tossed the bag over her shoulder, not caring in the slightest if anything fell from its loose position in the bag.

"Whose Josiah?" Phoebe rolled her eyes at Samantha's comment, shaking her head as she turned on her heel and moved quickly passed the blonde girl and out the front door of the apartment.

The tears escaped with every step, her feet rushing down the hallway and to the elevator. She pressed the button feverishly, her legs shaking as she waited for the stupid thing to arrive. With her patience slipping, Phoebe turned and stormed down the stairwell not wanting to wait anymore for the elevator. She was moments away from either a panic attack or a mental breakdown. One of the two would end up happening so tonight she needed a date with a mister Jack Daniels.

phoebe.

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[yousmelldead]

mood

fucked up.

location

the Malley home.

outfit

bare chest and fitted jeans.

mentions

mimi & papa malley

tags

apolla

The silence was deafening.

Rowen stared blankly at his father, lips pulled into a tight line as he tried to fake the whole incident completely. Though he should have really just considered telling his dad off for the first time in his life. No, that would mean his whole life would be down the toilet and for what? Love? A chance at an actual life? A life without money? Without Mimi?

Fuck. The brunette winced as Mimi's voice cut through his ears like a knife. He didn't move from his spot, watching his father as the other man looked amused at Mariah. Rowen flicked his gaze towards Mariah as she pulled the bra clean from under her shirt as if she did it a thousand times. God damn she was sexy. Fuck. What? Rowen's brows furrowed together as he questioned his mental state at that very moment. His heart lurched forward to go after her but instead his feet stayed put all while under his fathers death gaze.

"That was ridiculous."

His father voice called out causing Rowen to break his stare from the girl now disappearing down the long hallway. "Yeah, absolutely ridiculous...", Rowen's voice was hoarse as he whispered under his breath, wincing slightly as he felt his fathers hand tap him on the shoulder for a second. And just like that, she was gone. Mimi was gone.

rowen.

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[apolla]

Mariah Cabeza.

As Mariah stalked out of the house, she thought of about a thousand different things she could have said or done to both Rowen and his idiot father. But of course, in the moment, none of those things had occurred to her and now she was kicking herself for it. Mariah was queen of making a scene, but she'd been so embarrassed and fed up with everything that she'd not done so and now she was regretting it. Hell, she could have at least broken something on her way out, but she hadn't wanted either of the men to see the tears forming in her eyes. Scowling, she stopped when she reached the front yard of the expansive mansion, looking around, her lower lip trembling. Rowen had driven them here, so naturally, she had no ride. But she'd be damned if she was about to go back in there and ask for one.

Still, her attention turned back to the house. More specifically, to the door, where she hoped Rowen would have followed her on his own. But the longer she stood there, the more she realized that it wasn't happening. Tears started to flood her eyes again, falling this time and leaving wet, mascara stained trails down her face. "Fucking asshole." She spat, turning and starting down the long driveway to the street. She held up her thumb as cars passed, deciding that hitchhiking home would be better than going back to Rowen. A bunch of cars passed before an old, beat up pickup truck pulled over ahead of her. Swallowing heavily, Mimi jogged to the passenger door, throwing it open and getting inside without even looking at the driver. Was it dangerous? Absolutely. Did she care? Nope.

She spent the drive thinking about Rowen and his stupid self, but in the end, she decided she didn't want to think about it anymore. So she ended up spending the day with the guy in the pickup truck, who was closer to her age than she would have thought. Still, there was an age gap, not that it bothered her any. She crawled home later that night, way past curfew, sneaking in through her broken window. Checking her phone, she saw that there were no messages from her now ex boyfriend. Gripping the device tighter in her hands to prevent herself from throwing it across the room, an idea occurred to the girl. She gathered everything of his in her place, things she'd borrowed from him really since he didn't come here. And then, after stealing her brothers car and making a drive across town, she left a burning present on Rowen's front lawn.

hurt

rowen's bed ---> outside

outfit

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BwzAYHmCUAAF4ox.jpg

yousmelldead

nine lives

 

[apolla]

Gabriel Thorne.

After his little stunt in the car, Gabe knew that he had her. He grinned all the way back to the apartment, sneaking glances at Amy every now and then. He could tell by the way she squirmed in her seat that she was ready for him, and he knew he was ready for her. They rode the elevator up in silence, but attacked each other as soon as they got into the apartment. The food was thrown to the side, and even though he knew it would be cold by the time they were done, he didn't care. He needed her in this moment, and she needed him, and he was happy to provide her with what she needed. Slamming her against the wall, Gabe kissed her like there was no tomorrow, his fingers dancing over her body and tearing off her clothes. They ended up on the floor, and the couple ended up in the bed fairly quickly.

"Babe..." Gabe hummed in her ear, smirking after a while of foreplay. "Can we... you know, do the thing?" He pulled back to look at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He didn't have to elaborate, he knew that she would know exactly what he meant. But unfortunately, in the moment, he couldn't think about how it would be a bad idea to bring it up. The thing in question was something she'd walked in on him doing with another girl, one of the girls he'd cheated on her with. That girl had been a slut, no doubt about it, totally DTF and willing to do anything he wanted thanks to the alcohol and drugs in her system. He vividly remembered the look on Amy's face when she saw it, the shock and disgust that most people would probably look like if they saw it.

"Come on... it's fun, I promise." He wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer and positioning her on top of him. He drove his hips upwards, pressing himself into her as his hands continued to explore her. Drunk on Amy, he never should have brought it up, but now the words were out in the open. He slid his gaze from her body to her face, pausing when he saw the look she now wore. It was the same look of shock and disgust that she'd been wearing that night, and he immediately knew he'd fucked up. "Shit, Amy-" He started, but she was already climbing off of him, the mood ruined. "Come back, jesus! I'm sorry!" He followed her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back to him. "I didn't mean it, babe, come on... let's go back to bed."

another h word

his car

outfit

https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-c...co-Caleo-2015-Fashion-Editorial-Shoot-013.jpg

_amaranth_

nine lives

 

[_amaranth_]

Amarylle Hargrove

the toxic babe

the car - their home

livid

click!

interactions

Gabe ( apolla )

What Amy and Gabe had was the textbook definition of toxic. They could barely live together but they simply couldn’t make it on their own. They needed each other. There were days which were filled with love and cute cuddles and making beautiful memories but once they started arguing, they only stopped after they both were bleeding. Emotionally and many times also physically. Sure, it started like one of those loud, unpleasant nights but if Gabe knew something well, it was pushing her buttons just right. By the time they arrived home, Amy wanted every inch of his body and the feeling was mutual if their antics were proving something. They were on each other the second the door closed and their clothes covered the floor, tracing their path towards the bedroom.

Everything was soon forgotten once Gabe’s hands burned their imprints in Amy’s bare skin and she was ever so ready for him. Until he said the cursed words. Gabe just turned them around and positioned his girlfriend on top of him when he proposed that disgusting thing and Amy froze. Her eyes narrowed and lips parted slightly. “It’s fun, huh?” she whispered, scratching his bare torso under her, leaving long red stripes on his skin. “You’d know, right? How about you go ask that fucking whore again?” she spat and slipped down, her mood gone in an instant. Amy was literally shaking, she was fucking livid as she bent down to grab her clothes. After what he did to her, after she found him in their own bed with that trailer trash tramp, he had the audacity to propose… “Fuck you, Gabe…” she whispered, slipping her underwear back on.

Gabe’s hand found her wrist and he pulled her closer, begging her to come back. Amy’s dark chocolate eyes found his and there was a glimmer of disbelief in her gaze. “I don’t even know… I hate you, Gabe. I fucking hate you.” she half-whispered. “You know what I think about that, you know what that means and you still went for it? Seriously? You can very well go and find that bitch to do that with you again because I’m fucking done here. I don’t care anymore. If you die tomorrow, I won’t even be sad, you fucking bastard.” With every next word, Amy’s voice was getting louder and more poison was dripping from her words. “I don’t even know how I could ever fall for a piece of shit like you. You are the worst person that ever walked the earth, Gabriel. Fucking moron! I’m so done with you, you hear me. Done. We are done!” she yelled and shoved him back. She then turned n her heel and marched out of the bedroom, grabbing her clothes on her way out. And with the pile of clothes in her hands, the girl left the flat and slammed the door hard after her. Amy Hargrove was no crybaby but tonight, large tears were rolling down her face.

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[_amaranth_]

Braxton Montgomery

the tattooed trouble

bed

infuriated

boxer shorts

interactions

Phoebe ( yousmelldead )

“Phoebe, baby, just wait and let me explain…” Braxton was trying, despair taking over him as he watched his girlfriend frantically pack her bag. Fucking Samatha, what on earth was she even doing here? Who asked her to come? Brax was so angry at the stupid blonde he could just murder her on the spot. “Baby, this is not a solution, what the fuck are you doing? Let’s talk.” he kept trying but Phoebe was a slippery one, she managed to escape his arms and grabs and all Brax could really do was watch her as she was leaving his house and probably his life as well. And he was filled with regret and would do anything for her at that moment. Anything to convince her to stay. But then she said it. That fuckingb horrible name. She simply had to throw it in his face.

“Fucking hell, Phoebe!” he screamed at her, watching her back as she slipped out of the front door. “I changed. I fucking changed for you!” Braxton was like a maniac at this point and he stormed after Phoebe. As he tore the door open, all he saw was his now ex girlfriend vanishing down the stairs and he literally ran to the staircase. “I changed for you, you hear me? You gonna believe some dumbfzcked idiot who means nothing? Fine with me!” he yelled again, not even bothering to follow her anymore. If she wanted to act this way, brax was okay with it. This was not his fault, it was Samantha’s. And if Phoebe decided not to take a moment and listen, it was all on her. Brax was definitely the innocent one here.

“Okay baby, but who is Josiah?” Samantha asked once again as fuming Braxton returned to his apartment. With flames in his eyes, he looked at her and grabbed her throat, slamming her against the wall. “Who even asked you to come, you imbecile?” he growled at her but all he got was a smirk on her face. “You want to squeeze a quickie in, daddy? You know i can do that…” she chirped which only infuriated Brax more and he punched the wall by her head, leaving a dent in it. The impact tore skin on his knuckles and he let the girl go. “Get out of here before I fucking kill you.” he told her and for the forst time, Samantha seemed to get the memo. “Wait, but we…”

“But we nothing, bitch. Get the hell out of here or I’ll force you.” Once again, Braxton raised his voice. His tall tattooed form towered over the girl and she realized he was not playing any games. “If you ever come here or near me again, I swear to god, Samantha…” Brax growled an unspoken threat at her and she shrunk, backing away from him. Since she seemed to be too slow, brax grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the door. “Don’t ever show your face anywhere around me, you filth.” he screamed and slammed the door so hard it almost flew out of the hinges. He then grabbed the phone, wanting to text Phoebe. But in the middle of typing, he reconsidered. She wanted it this way? Fine. It was her choice not to listen. And to top it all off, he had to pass his exam toda. What a start…

coded by natasha.