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What was their first job?
“ i worked at an ice cream parlour ! it wasn’t in irving , but it was fun ! got to eat lots of ice cream and gummy bears . it was called cherries on top ! but pretty much everyone in town just called it cherries . “
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🍻+ “ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?” for boston!
“ uh . um . i mean . . . “ he’s done it barely a handful of times . “ like . . . a bath tub ? a bath tub that wasn’t mine ? “
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at what point in zootopia did you realize it was oscar worthy?
“ . . . is that a movie . . . or . . . “
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🍻+ “ is there someone you have a crush on ?” for cris !
“ ahhh. . . damn it, i hate this. i don’t get crushes, alright ? let’s get that straight. or not straight. ew fuck that, god forbid i be straight , please , i’ d rather die. anywhore, i gotta be honest with this thing right ? ---- wait a minute. y’ didn’t ask for a name. just asked if there is someone. yeah. boom. problem solved. crisis avoided. more like cris-sis. “
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aspen whats one of ur most favorite memories u have associated with the founders festival?
“ a few years ago, i made some lemon bars for the, y’know, spirit, but also for the superintendent of port apartments and bribed him so i could set up a whole picnic on the roof top for carter and i, and some of my friends and ex girlfriend. we had slushies and pizza and listened to the music with some firefly jars until the festival ended. it was one of carter’s first full nights at the fest, like when our parents didn’t drag him home at like 8 .“
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cris/nadira 💟🍹🤔
💟 for a loving text
[ imsg sent ; 12:18 am ] i made my bed just because i know ur coming over tonight . see what i do for u ? ignore the hamper of clothes tho . xooxxo
🍹 for a drunk text
[ imsg sent ; 9:48 9m ] naaaaaaaaaaaaaaads . whbt uf r donig ??? im iss ny smotimes . do u ???
🤔 for a nonsensical text
[ imsg sent ; 7:32 pm ] i already told u no . no blue . just the rubber one . or heart one ? idk u pick .
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🌞 🌜 🌀 🤡 + cris and owen hehe !
🌞 for a morning text
[ imsg sent ; 11:34 am ] g’ morning sunshine . dream of me last night ?
🌜 for a late night text
[ imsg sent ; 2:01 am ] ur prob sleeping but like . . if ur not . . like . . . what if i called you ?
🌀 for a wrong number text
[ imsg sent ; 3:27 pm ] lisTEN U LADY AND THE TRAMP SPAGHETTI TWINK i said nothing happened ! sometimes i’m not always a hoe !
[ imsg sent ; 3:29 pm ] well ur not santi . disregard the twink thing . and like . . i can be a hoe if u want me to .
🤡 for a silly text
[ imsg sent ; 9:56 Pm ] i never thought i’d say this but i didn’t like the balls .
[ imsg sent ; 9:57 Pm ] i’m talking about boba btw .
( mentioned / @santiaqo )
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❥ - a childhood memory (aspen)
there are no lingering memories of her time alone , time spent before the newlywed couple found their daughter. she doesn’t remember the peanut butter and jam sandwiches from the group home , but instead she could still tell you what the tie-dye cupcakes that they had waiting for her when she was brought home taste like. she remembers leaning up on her toes to peek over the table to see the plate of them and being told to take as much as she wanted because , ‘ you can. you’re home. this is how it goes at home. ‘ she remembers that warmth. but it’s not her fondest memory. no , that memory came nearly ten years later when the second miracle graced the davis family. she was fourteen when carter was born and she remembers that day with pristine clarity.
her mother was still laying in bed, sleeping when her father escorted her into the room. the blanketed bundle was quiet but restless too and she tilted her head. peering down at him , her attention was only dragged away when her father’s voice echoes from beside her. she hadn’t entirely registered the words , far too entranced in her new little brother but a few seconds later , he’s being picked up and settled into her arms. he’s so tiny yet aspen feels like she is carrying the world. she’s not wrong ; that little boy became her entire world that day. her future partner in crime and her best friend , no matter the age gap. she had never felt the love she did for carter in anyone else , not even her parents and she thought she adored them most in the entire world. then carter was born.
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ovvnwords.
“i mean - i don’t think an aesthetic really matters? you’ll be lucky if it doesn’t get ruin by the end of the night.” she’s not putting too much thought into hers, anyway. “i kind of just want to have a good time. though there’s people there that give me the heebie jeebies. like - i study that shit, you know? it’s hard not to think ‘bout it. you planning on doing anything special there?”
“ what people give you the heebie jeebies ? i’d just avoid ‘em. is that a possibility or . . . “ her head tilts with consideration of the question. “ i mean , i totally get it. i love people watching too, but y’ also notice some stuff you wish you didn’t, right? i think as long as my outfit matches my girlfriend’s, we’ll be fine. cheesy, i know but i don’t even care . “
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“’m not giving you a blow job,” their tongue sticks out where cris can’t see —– as if the idea of like, preposterous ( it was ) . “what’re you, a vampire? open a window - can’t get d if you don’t have vitamin c.” shoves the curtains opens regardless, they know it’s likely an annoyance.
“ nah , never thought i’d turn down a blow job but you’re a little too boob-ish for me, sweet cheeks. so i’ll let it slide this time. “ he waves a hand then slowly sits up. “ maybe i am. i’ve been known to suck, and well . i have gotten d in the dark plenty of times to know----“ a groan is shouted and arms yank the blanket over his head as sun pierces through. “---to know that’s a lie. “
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santiaqo.
“ oh trust me , i know that , titszan . ” he informs the male , adding the word tits to his surname on purpose to bother him , like always ( ironic because they’re both gay as fuck ) , and messing up his hair with his hand just a bit , to get his point across . he’s nodding his head as he listens to cris go on , biting back a chuckle as he not so discreetly turns the topic back to him . santi is neither offended nor surprised , as he would probably do the same thing if the roles were reversed . “ what the fuck ? yes there is such a thing as bad publicity . and no no no , ” he starts waving a hand , so the other knows a roast is right around the corner , “ you know what bothers me the most ? that the guy trying to get me canceled looks like a cross of shrek , fiona and donkey’s long lost love child ! yet they’re over here claiming i got plastic surgery . me . is it my fault i’m so perfect looking people actually believe that ? ” oh , ever the narcissist , really , but …. he’s not lying . he hasn’t had any work done , he’s just a pretty boy , end of story . he runs a hand past his hair , raising a neat brow in return . “ cris , as fun as going through your sexy nudes sounds …. you know i’m a real life action kind of person ! i wanna see it all up close , so i can touch as i please . ” of course he would flirt with cris . of course . he doesn’t even try to hide his cocky , shit eating smirk either , light blue eyes shining with a hint of mischief . “ well maybe it’s because i didn’t get coffee , but a chai latte . do you even like those ? ”
the nickname is not lost on him and eyes roll, even though partially, he thinks it’s cute. and creative. but never would he admit that to the other, hell no would he ever give him that satisfaction. “ oh , so c l e v e r “ he starts , “ there is no such thing as bad publicity . because it’s publicity . fuckin’ soak up that spot light , boo . it highlights your jaw line .“ his next comment, however, has cris nearly cutting himself off with his own laughter. “ what an unfortunate face , oh my god. “ he laughs, loudly and boisterously. brow kinks and head tilts, “ you wanna touch me , santitty ? “ lips curl up into a smirk of his own, matching the mischief of the other. they were too alike more of the time ( all of the time ) . “ chai ? isn’t that like , a holiday drink or whatever ? tasted spicy or something. “ he makes a fash , much like a child who tasted something they didn’t like, and he reaches for his own coffee to wash down the taste . “ so , what are your plans for the founders gig ? “ is that avoidance in his gaze ? in his tone ? is this where he gushes about the boy he’s going to ask?
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F*CK CONVENTIONS. DÉJATE LLEVAR.
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perishedsoftly.
from old seawater not washed out yet, owen’s hair is an unkempt, shaggy mess that hangs over his eyes. the wild tufts have a mind of their own as he turns to meet the voice ; caught off guard and halfway through scarfing down lunch, he wishes he’d made it look better now, more so when the other looks him over and there’s a spot of warmth blooming in his cheeks. “huh? yeah.” a mouthful of food stifles the loss of breath in his voice, teeth biting on the straw of his drink, a force of habit. he counts down the minutes left in his break. looking at him, he half-wishes those last nineteen minutes before duty calls wasn’t the thing to command his attention the rest of his afternoon.
“for sure, man,” the joke’s thrown him off, splutters a moment and forces himself to regain composure by becoming intrigued by his own grass-stained sneakers, “you surf too?” a little of the soda’s dripped down his chin, a patch of sprite on the collar of the shirt. it’s at this point, he’s resolved, to have a mirror, anything, on hand to keep him from appearing this ridiculous. “but it’s kinda choppy right now.” his chin raises out toward the beach. underneath a clear spring sky are unruly waves fringed by white foam. “unless you like that sort of thing?”
he can admit that the other isn’t his usual type. granted, maybe a few people would say that anyone with a few inches between their legs is his type but that’s besides the point. there’s something different about this one though, something that has cristian wanting to have more conversation. flirtatiously of course, but he’s more or less incapable of holding a real conversation without letting sweet nothings slip out, even unintentionally. but he’s a boy from new york, and his taste in men usually make such obvious, however, the veil of the other’s sea salty hair dangles in his face catches his attention. cute . a grin comes to his lips and he can’t help but lean forward, fingers brushing away the drop of soda from his face. he gives him a smirk then tilts his head.
“ nah, if i’m going to hang around someone as cute as you, getting all wet and work out… it’s not going to be on a board. ” he tells him. his head slants slightly as if contemplating, “but i mean, i’m not opposed to the ocean.” he chuckles and he moves into the seat across from him. “ choppy? i can get rough, if that’s what you’re asking.” sometimes, it’s like he can’t help himself. but, as if he’s running out of ways to turn surf talk into sexual innuendos, he switches the topic. “ so, you hitting up founders fest ? ”
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@ovvnwords
“ i haven’t been here in forever . “ a few years at most . “ let’s go down ! “
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“ i don’t know , i’m still trying to pick out an aesthetic in general , y’know ? let alone an outfit . what’s your plan for founders ? “
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@ovvnwords.
“ no , i’m serious ! i’ve never even been to frannie’s . cutie pie’s is where it’s at for me , 'ight ? “
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