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Pasta la vista, baby 🍝#sundaydinner

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#{insta} #/i hate him

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“Well its definitely eye-catching, for sure.” His lips spread in a grin. “In all seriousness though, its fucking cool, you look like a bougie pirate. I appreciate the creativity on your part. Did you use a glue gun?”

“I’ma be really honest right now,” Dylan started off squinting heavily with one eye as she fiddled with the patch in her hands. “I’m too, not low, if ya know what I mean, to explain why I have to wear this, but it looked very sad and plain and negative for me to wear so I had to jazz it up a bit.” She explained as she fixed it onto her head. “What’dya think?”

#c:dylan #{convo} #/im sorry this is all i've got

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Happy Valentines Day from mine to yours :) @drayacarlson

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#{insta} #{ft. draya} #queue-ca-choo

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Text | MY BABY 😍!! ⇆ Babe<3

Draya: So now you like your suit..?

Draya: Aw babe. Hang in there. Do you have any friends there or does everyone not really know everyone?

Duncan: I don't like wearing it but I'm gonna defend my outfit choice, for sure.

Duncan: Ties make me feel like I'm getting choked. I'm not that kinky, I don't like this.

Duncan: Can't breathe and shit.

Duncan: Yeah I have a few industry friends. The whole experience is just exhausting to say the least.

#text:draya #{phone} #nsfw

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Text to Little Sister #2

Angelica: You should leave to come take care of me, obviously

Angelica: Are they important people?

Angelica: Ooh, yes please

Angelica: Give me all the deets

Duncan: It could be an excuse...

Duncan: Yeah. Network execs, investors, and all that bs.

Duncan: Pretty sure people are doing coke in the bathroom. Also this old guy came with a twenty-five year old. She doesn't seem too into him.

#text:angelica #{phone} #tw: drugs mention

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mickey-cooper‌:

Mick sent his friend a smirk as he agreed to the change of plans, glad to know he didn’t actually have to go through with going to the salsa class. He began to walk and patted his friend on the back with appreciation. A beer with a pal was all you needed sometimes. “Sounds perfect, my man. Anyway, you’ve got tons to update me on, anyway.” School had been mad for Mick recently and with everything else he had going on, he hadn’t had much time to meet up with his close friends. “Steak and potato me up, but first, tell me everything that’s going on. I can’t wait to not hear my own voice. House still majestic? Show still on fire? Balls still ready for a kid? ” Heading towards one of their houses, Mick was grateful to have someone like Duncan in his life.

“Yes, yes and yes my friend. Not exactly now on the kid front, but I have a girlfriend- since October by the way, and I really think she’s the one I’m gonna marry someday. I don’t know how to explain it, it just feel limitless with her, ya know? I can see a big ole’ house and some kids some day. Not gonna put that on her though, I’m gonna give it a couple of years before all that. We went to Paris for New Years though. Brought my sister along of course, couldn’t leave her here all by herself. It was fun.” He pressed the button on the key fob to unlock the doors to his truck. “I drove over here. Didn’t feel like walkin’. Hop in.” 

#c:mickey #{convo}

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Text | MY BABY 😍!! ⇆ Babe<3

Draya: But it doesn't match! 👀

Draya: Remind me again what the event is?

Duncan: It matches my brown shoes and my brown tie!

Duncan: Its just a promotional thing. We're all here to network and look like we're doing something with our lives.

#text:draya #{phone}

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Text to Little Sister #2

Angelica: Wow, okay. I'm gonna remember this

Angelica: So, tell them they're assholes.

Angelica: Wait, no. Better idea

Angelica: Get wasted

Duncan: What am I supposed to do four hours away??

Duncan: Eat some soup? Drink some tea?

Duncan: Not sure if thats a good idea. I don't want to make a fool out of myself in front of all these people.

Duncan: I will text you all the stupid shit thats happening though.

#text:angelica #{phone}

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

Nikki did not stop her eyes from rolling at the mention of their mother. Susan. Girls are supposed to love and cherish and look up to their mothers. Daughters and mothers are supposed to be able to talk to each other and hang out together. Nikki and Susan did not have that kind of relationship. She couldn’t remember the last time she looked at her mother with anything other than disdain. “Susan doesn’t know anything about my schedule or what the hell I do. Don’t take her word when it comes to me.”

His next question had her freezing up. She wasn’t expecting a direct question from him regarding her sobriety. A small part of her mind screamed at her to deny, deny, deny. The larger, drug filled part of her mind smirked because it saw it’s way out of this conversation. She knew Duncan better than almost anyone. He didn’t like hurting people. Especially not her, his baby sister. Nikki would be out the door in 30 seconds flat and all it would take is three easy steps:

1.) Act offended.

2.) Act hurt.

3.) Storm off.

“Excuse me?” She asked incredulously, her head rearing back in shock. “Why would you ask me that? Are you fucking joking? You leave and now you come back just to judge me?” She sniffed, trying her hardest to make her eyes well up. They did but only slightly. One of her hands went into her pocket where the money was, gripping it in her hand. Time to leave. “Wow. You’re a real asshole, D. I hope your next visit goes better.” She moved to storm past him and out the door, she could practically taste freedom and her next hit.

You leave and now you come back just to judge me?

She knew where to hit him the deepest. Her words uncovered a deep old scarred wound, now ripped raw and bleeding. Hearing her talk made him feel like he was a kid again. With his mother coming down from her high and shouting God knows what kind of disappointments and problems she had with him at six years old. Duncan felt like he was back in his childhood role, the literal punching bag. Just someone who existed for people to put their faults on, their anger, and their baggage. He felt disposable when he was younger, as if he didn’t really have a purpose other than to carry the weight of others pain along with his own. For years he didn’t acknowledge this feeling, however it wasn’t like he was taught to. Early on he was taught that there was no real use for tears. That life was made to suck and that he should just deal with it. So, Duncan acted out, taking what he thought the world and everyone else owed him. There were no other emotions he was allowed to feel but explosive and uncontrolled anger. So the minute he felt defenseless from Nikki’s words, he put on his invisible thick outer shell that he built up all those years so he wouldn’t get hurt again. Immediately, his mind shifted into gear and subconsciously went by the motto he went by over the years: 

Hurt others before they hurt you.

“Sit the fuck down, Nikkole.” Duncan told her sternly as he moved in her path, getting right in her face. “You’re fuckin’ high. God, I can’t fuckin’ believe this- actually, I can! Our mother’s a fuckin’ junkie and your daddy didn’t care enough to get you outta’ here like Aaron. Of course you would continue the cycle. You always never took responsibility for yourself and waited for someone to save you! I bet you even blame me for using drugs! Is that how you sleep well at night? Is that how you justify your next score? I bet you fuckin’ say ‘I wouldn’t be doing this if Duncan never left’. Well then fuck you, Nikkole! I left because I knew I had to look out for me because I knew that no-one gave a shit about me! I knew what I had to do to get out of this shithole. I gave you every fuckin’ opportunity! I got you in dance class, when you needed help with school I got you some girls from MY fuckin’ school to help you, I tried to shield you from all the shit and give you a real fuckin’ chance at life. And it all went to waste! You didn’t do a damn thing with your life!”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re doing exactly what Susan used to do. Never give a straight up answer, just deflect and blame and all that bullshit.” He looked at her and shook his head. “What? You tryin’ to bust your ass to get out of here so you can get your next hit? What are you using? Coke? Heroin? Cause’ you know, once you get hooked on heroin its hard to come off that shit.” He let out a humorless laugh. “Whats next after that? Meth? Lets hope you don’t use that and fuck your face up.” He shook his head again. “If I had known things woulda ended up like this I would’ve left sooner.”

Nobody Wins When the Family Feuds || Flashback

#p:nikki #p: nobody wins when the family feuds #{para} #tw: drugs mention #tw: child abuse mention #/read more just in case cause' it gets intense

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Text to Little Sister #2

Angelica: I can't breathe out of my nose but sure, complain about appetizers.

Angelica: Where even are you?

Angelica: Just... leave?

Duncan: Take some medicine. You'll be fine.

Duncan: This event. I have to do it, its for work.

Duncan: Some of the people here are straight up assholes.

#text:angelica #{phone}

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Text | MY BABY 😍!! ⇆ Babe<3

Draya: Omg!🙈😘

Draya: I mean from what I'm seeing, you don't look /that/ bad...

Draya: The brown belt. That's what's throwing this look off. Do they have a black, leather one?

Draya: Aww babe, is it really that bad?

Duncan: Let me wear my brown belt. Damn 😤😤😤

Duncan: Its awful. I want to go home. I'm never doing one of these events ever again.

#text:draya #{phone}

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Text to Little Sister #2

Duncan: Save me 😩 I'm out here kissing rich people ass.

Duncan: I hate being social like this.

Duncan: The appetizers ain't even good.

#text:angelica #{phone}

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

As soon as he released her from the hug, her eyes strayed from his. Though she had mastered the art of lying over the years, she hadn’t had many opportunities to test her skills out on Duncan. He is the one person who can read her like a book and she didn’t need that right now. “I’m fine. I’m great. I was just on my way out. If I knew you were coming, I would have been better prepared for you. I need to go uh, meet a friend of mine.” Her body was practically vibrating with energy and she couldn’t fidgeting. She was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, eager to make a break for it but knowing that he would only chase her. 

“I’m fine. Just honestly need to be somewhere other than here right now.” The cash felt like a weight in her pocket. Her hands started shaking again so she tightly grasped them together. She felt off balance and her anxiety was through the roof. “What are you even doing here?” She snapped, before she could stop herself. He was in the way and she needed him to go away.

"Uhh...Susan told me that you didn’t have anything to do today, so I figured we’d go out to lunch...” Her anxiousness was familiar. That, the fidgeting, and the shaking he had seen all to well in their own mother. Specifically, when she was out of drugs or trying to get clean. Duncan sent up a quick prayer in his head. He’d hoped and prayed for the two of them to never fall into their parent’s path. There was no way she could be on drugs. Nikki knew better, he raised her better. Duncan did everything right, didn’t he? He put her in after school activities, tried to get her what she wanted on her birthday, and even though Disneyworld was too far away and too expensive, he did the next best thing and took her to six flags. Sure, addiction was hereditary, but he wasn’t addicted to anything, and they both knew that they’d be better off not touching the stuff. There was no way she could be on anything.

Then she snapped.

He had to ask her. It was the only way he’d know. Her behavior and her sudden outburst all but confirmed it for him. He just needed her to tell him no and that somehow he’d gotten things mixed up. The last thing he had ever wanted was an addict’s life for her, and here she was, continuing the cycle. “Nikki I need you to be honest with me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. “Are you using?”

Nobody Wins When the Family Feuds || Flashback

#p: nobody wins when the family feuds #p:nikki #{para} #tw: drugs #tw: drugs mention

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doing my dumb homework assignments! i’ll be on in a few hours to do replies!

#portbayooc

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mickey-cooper‌:

Mick rolled his eyes as he took the phone back, he knew his friend was right, as usual. “I’m trying too hard, aren’t I?” he rubbed his head as if to rub off the embarrassment of his lonely, desperate hunt for a woman to spend his time with. “God. You know as well as I do that I couldn’t see myself with any one of these woman I’ve been swiping for - shock. You fancy fucking off this class and cooking me a fancy meal whilst I whine and try not to go to the casino and play away all my worries?” Although Mick was only joking, after all, if you couldn’t constantly ask your TV-chef-friend to make you a slap up meal then who could you ask? He just wanted someone to keep him company on nights when he knew he needed to keep his demons at bay.

Duncan thought about it for a moment. He could barely stand on his own two feet without falling flat on his ass. If he could choose between a potentially embarrassing moment and a great memory with a friend, he’d choose the latter. “You know what? That don’t sound half bad.” He said as he scratched his chin. “Tell you what, we can go to this salsa class and get you a hot piece of ass another time. Right now, all I see is you and me, a couple of beers, a game, and a big juicy piece of meat. Sound good?” Duncan didn’t mind cooking for his friends, especially if it was something as quick as steak and potatoes. He figured he could ask Mick for some help to begin with anyway, and he was sure he wouldn’t mind. Besides, the two of them had a lot of catching up to do and they couldn’t do that while dancing.

#c:mickey #{convo}

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mickey-cooper‌:

Staring with optimism at the ‘what’s on’ outside the concert hall, Mickey pondered his options. A show? Wouldn’t mind. A concert? not too shabby… a dance class? Absolutely. If there was one place he was going to meet the new love of his life (who wasn’t going to end up being 80 years old like last week’s tinder catfish), or just a new person to hang with, it was going to be this salsa class. The man was in a good mood, due to his little discovery, and so as he hastened to walk up the steps to book onto the class, did a few little salsa moves, before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check his recent matches. If only his moves had been more sleek, if only his shoe hadn’t been untied, if only he’d not tried to run (or more accurately, salsa) before he could walk, Mick wouldn’t have fallen over his lace and fell up the stairs with zero grace, sending his phone flying and his tinder matches facing up for all the world to see. Quickly, the man attempted to scramble back onto his feet, but something about his 6 foot stature didn’t assist him well and he instead began to stagger to his feet, whilst trying to remain as cool as possible.

“You know, when we decided to take this class I was sure that you’d be fallin’ on the dance floor.” Duncan chuckled as he helped his friend up. “I mean, better you than me, lets be honest. Pretty sure if I fell, I wouldn’t be able to get up.” He joked before reaching down to hand him his phone, raising a brow as soon as he saw his tinder matches. Duncan let out a low whistle and shoved his hands in his pockets. “No offense brother, but that blonde on the screen is so not your type.”

#c:mickey #{convo} #/sorry this is so short its all the energy i have rn shgoshg

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

“Where the hell is it?” The entire bedroom was in an upheaval. Clothes and shoes were thrown everywhere. The mattress was off the frame and dresser drawers were hanging practically off the hinges. Nikki felt like hell and she knew if she could just find the coke she believed she stashed in the house that she would feel better. Her hands shook as she ran them through her hair to try and tame it. She knew she looked a mess. If the coke wasn’t in her room, then she needed to go get some. Did she have any money? Nope. But Susan did and that’s all she needed to know.

It wasn’t her dream to be a twenty-five year old living with her mother, but here she was. Nikki was unable to keep her own apartment because she could never keep up with her bills. The money she’d try to save for bills always got spent on something else, something more important. The coke…it was almost an indescribable feeling. It was happiness. It was relief. It was euphoria. Nothing in her life had ever or could ever make her feel better. When she didn’t have it, she was paranoid and irritable like she was in this very moment.

As she exited her room, she hurried down the hall toward her mother’s room which was on the opposite side of the hallway. Nikki searched through the nightstand because she knew Susan usually kept cash in there for emergencies. She took a hundred dollars out and grinned in satisfaction. She walked back out of the room and through the hallway into the living room, about to make her way out of the apartment when she saw her brother. Her brother who hadn’t lived there in years. Her brother who wasn’t supposed to be there now.

“H-hey. I didn’t hear the door open or even know you were in town.” She quickly put the money in her pocket and tried to gave him her signature smile. She really didn’t feel like partaking in any pleasantries. She needed to score but in front of her stood a literal barrier. “What are you doing here? Not that it’s not good to see you. Susa-I mean, Mom didn’t mention you visiting.” She went to hug him, going right back into ‘sweet little sister’ mode. Her goal was to keep the conversation short and to get out as soon as possible.

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One thing that Duncan thought would never last was his mother’s sobriety. Susan had gone on and off the wagon plenty of times in her life, and if he really thought about it, she probably did so long before he was even born. However, this time she seemed to be clean for good. A whole year. She’d changed from the bitter selfish woman he’d grown up with to someone he didn’t really recognize before. Even though he was reluctant to trust her, he decided to go ahead and begin helping her out. Duncan had moved his mother from the house that they had grown up in to a decent two-story in a better area. Now that she was sober and living in a place that didn’t hold painful memories, Duncan began visiting her more. Seeing his mother now meant that he got to see his sister, Nikki. They hadn’t had the best relationship since he moved away, however Duncan hoped to patch things over by taking her out to lunch. 

As he arrived at his mother’s place, Duncan used his key and headed inside, immediately locking eyes with his little sister as he stood in the doorway. Immediately, the hairs on the back of his head stood up when he took in her appearance. She looked frantic almost, as if she’d been in a frenzy just minutes before. He meets her hug halfway and gets a closer look at her for a moment before releasing her. “Uh, you okay?” He asks with a dry chuckle. “You know, if this isn’t a good time I can come back and get you later...” What was going on? A break up? A tough day at work? Was she depressed? He hoped she wasn’t, it would kill him to know that she was going through something like that, especially by herself. “You okay, sis?”

Nobody Wins When the Family Feuds || Flashback

#p: nobody wins when the family feuds #{para} #p:nikki #/THIS SUCKS IM SO SORRY UGH #/im tired and sad listen oshgohsg #tw: drugs