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Winona · Aug 29, 2019

Nate

It was easy to get lost in the moment with Blaire, and let her wrap herself around him, and say sweet things. God knew that Maggie had never been the type of girl to behave like Blaire, and yet the little blonde now leading him across the yard was exactly the type of girl that he had used to date and be into. But it had never been anything serious with any of them, just play, and that's all this was. Play. And maybe Nate trying to get some kind of rise out of Maggie, although it seemed to be doing the opposite.

And then his gaze caught sight of dick for brains tucking a strand of hair behind Maggie's ear, and by golly, Nate was not happy. He wasn't the fighter type, but he was the jealous type. So he waited until Blaire had dragged him into the kitchen, trying to keep his calm and not let his frustrations boil over for fear of appearing as some kind of... oh, he didn't know. Some kind of super jealous hunk instead of the awesomely sexy, cool cat that he was. The better version of knock off Ken out there.

"Well, it'll be easier if we have help." The way that Blaire was behaving was making him uncomfortable. If Maggie wasn't standing outside, then maybe Nate wouldn't have been so scared of Blaire possibly pushing this past mere flirtatious play, but god if Maggie saw... Well, Nate would like that her snack platter. Torn up garbage.

He detangled himself from Blaire, moving back towards the door and opening it to lean out and call his fiance in. "Hey, Maggie, come help us cook something. You know I can't do it without my favorite girl." A little sweet smile graced his lips, and then he looked towards Rylan beside her, his smile quickly falling. "You can come help, too, G.I. Hoe."

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yousmelldead · Aug 30, 2019

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alright bubbles,
we're going to fight.

[div class=name]rylan pierce

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tags:

sereiin
location: backyard and kitchen
mood: "what did he just call me?"

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Hearing Maggie compare herself to Jack, on the rocks made Rylan's lips turn up in amusement. At least she was going to be a fun one to have in the neighborhood. He could already imagine what the parties would be like. Senor dickhead though, would have to stay home. The brunette turned his gaze towards Blaire who was now pulling Nate into their home, his eyebrows scrunching together as he watched. What the fuck was she doing? Sure, Blaire was known to throw little temper tantrums but Jesus.

Maggie's voice rang through his ears, halting his thoughts as he turned his gaze back towards her own. Swingers BBQ? Rylan couldn't help but laugh, a grin forming on his lips at the exclamation. "If this were a swingers barbecue, we'd already be naked." Rylan stated confidently, winking at the brunette beside him. As if on cue, Nate's voice was heard from the back door. Rylan turned his head towards the other male, his eyebrows raising slightly as he hollered at them.

G.I.Hoe. That was a new one. Rylan rolled his eyes, pushing off of the table that he was leaned against. He eyed Maggie once more before turning his gaze to Quinn who was standing near the food table. What was she doing? He frowned, watching as the Korean boy took off towards his parents who looked extremely pissed. "Yo blondie, we are going in to cook something apparently." Rylan informed his sister before heading towards the house, a smirk pressing his lips as he got closer to Nate. "Very clever nickname you gave me there, Senor dickhead." Rylan puffed his lips out, giving Nate an air kiss before walking through the door over to Blaire.

"Babe, you done being pissed?" The male reached out, encircling his fingers around Blaire's wrist before pulling her in until his lips met her forehead. "I'm not apologizing." He stated clearly, his pride getting the best of him once again before leaning down, pressing his lips to the girl's ear. "But if you ever try and make me jealous with dickhead over there again I will have to punish you." Rylan muttered softly in Blaire's ear, his teeth coming out to bite her earlobe lightly before he pulled his mouth away completely.

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yousmelldead · Aug 30, 2019

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why isn't he trying to sleep with me?!

[div class=name]quinn pierce

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tags:

weldherwings

sereiin
location: backyard and kitchen
mood: confused af

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He was panicking. Why was he panicking? Why wasn't he already trying to undress her? This was apparently not her day. Quinn stared at the boy intently, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. If he wasn't gay, then what was his deal? Everyone always threw themselves at her and the first time she actually wanted someone to do that...well this happens.

Before she had a chance to chime in, Hyun's parents were calling for him. He looked relieved in a way. Quinn frowned, her eyebrows pulling together as she went to speak but this time she was cut off by Hyun's forehead colliding with her own. What the fuck was happening. The blonde shrieked, her shoes digging into the grass in an attempt to keep her from toppling over from the impact. Was he so flustered that he forgot she was right there? "I'm okay." Quinn grumbled softly, her gaze traveling up towards Hyun's hand that was pressed now to her swollen forehead. Quinn's hands found their way to her forehead once Hyun had dropped his own to go back to his parents. He had told her that he'd be right back...

Rylan's voice was now heard over the ringing in her ears, the blonde turning towards his voice instinctively. They were going inside to cook? About fucking time. "Hyun! I'll be inside!" Quinn exclaimed to the boy heading to his pissed off parents, her feet now taking her to the back door into the kitchen. "Bee!" Quinn called out, finally dropping her hands from her forehead as she made her way over to Blaire and Rylan.

The young girl pushed her body in between Blaire and Rylan's, earning a scoff from her brother before pressing her face into Blaire's shoulder. "Am I ugly?!" She asked quickly, her arms encircling the blonde's waist. "Do I come off too strong?" It was as if Quinn was going through puberty once again and that frustrated the absolute shit out of the girl. Quinn was a confident girl, she always had been. But this whole situation with Hyun was throwing her through a fucking loop.

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sereiin · Aug 30, 2019

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"i just want to have sex with my g.i. hoe".
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here.
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kitchen.
[div class=tag]mentions[/div] nate, maggie, rylan, quinn.
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blaire amherst

Even though Blaire had practically invested herself in flirting with Nate, she knew she didn't want him. She only wanted to make Rylan jealous. And, it seemed, maybe Nate was walking the same thin line with his own little bombshell, Maggie. Though Bee didn't realize it at first, she definitely did when the handsome man pulled himself away from her and called out to both Maggie and Rylan. A snort escaped her when she overheard Nate calling her fiancé G.I. Hoe, the clever nickname admittedly amusing her more than she'd let on.

Unperturbed by her sudden lack of attention, Blaire leaned her hip against the island countertop, raising a brow as both Maggie and Rylan appeared. As her fiancé approached and pulled her into him, the blonde couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her lips. This was what she wanted, even if Ry refused to apologize for how he'd treated her earlier. Whatever. She just wouldn't apologize either, then. His lips moved to her ear, causing a shiver to race down the woman's spine when his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. "Mhm," she hummed, eyes closing as she tilted her head to connect their mouths in a heated kiss.

Of course, Blaire never got what she wanted when a body suddenly wedged itself between her and Rylan. When Bee opened her eyes, she realized it was Quinn, the girl throwing her arms around her waist and whining to her about being ugly. For a moment, she simply stood there, brows raised in confusion as she caught Rylan's eye. Finally, she wrapped her arms around Quinn's body and hugged her tight. "Quinn, if you were ugly, I'd have told you by now," the older girl teased, laughing despite herself. "Now what's going on? Why are you suddenly acting like a thirteen year old?" Blaire questioned, her arms still around the girl as she wondered what the fuck was happening to cause Quinn to act like this. Was it that kid she'd noticed earlier? Bee couldn't be sure; she'd been too wrapped up in her own drama to notice.

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weldherwings · Aug 31, 2019

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

mood: ok. is there an orgy about to happen behind these doors? should i be worried?

location: entering the kitchen

outfit: click me

mention:

yousmelldead [Quinn + Rylan],

sereiin [Blaire],

Winona [Nate] +

apolla [Maggie] - everyone in the kitchen yo.

“This whole neighbourhood is absolutely crazy.”

Hyun stood with his parents. His Appa grunted under his breath with his arms crossed while his Umma flared her nostrils as she gazed around before continuing to voice her opinion on the place. Hyun didn’t think the place was crazy. If anything, it felt… well, real. At first, he thought it was going to be a place where he wouldn’t be able to find anyone his age and it would just be filled with a lot of happy couples with happy relationships and happy lives. But seeing the arguments and meeting Quinn, it gave him a sense of hope that there was just something real about this place. That their dirty laundry was on display for others to see rather than hidden underneath the bed like his parents did on a regular basis. Heck, Hyun believed that one of the main reasons his brother committed suicide was because he didn’t feel like he could show other people his dirty laundry. There was a stigma attached to mental health in Korean culture and Hyun knew that if his brother just opened up to someone – like him – then there could’ve been a slight possibility that he’d still be alive today.

“We’re going to head home,” his Umma informed him to which Hyun slowly nodded in agreeance. Wait, did this mean he had to go too? The boy began to nervously play with the straps of his backpack with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t even get a chance to properly introduce himself to anyone else here. Nor did he… get a chance to ask for Quinn’s number “But you should stay and promote the restaurant. I don’t think my heart can handle any more craziness today. One couple have already left so we won’t be the first to leave at least.” Hyun’s eyes widened in surprise as he heard his Umma’s sentence. She wasn’t joking, was she? Well, she didn’t look like she was. She was being completely serious. Hyun quickly nodded his head again to which his Umma gave another heavy sigh. “Don’t forget that you’re in charge of the kitchen tonight. Your Appa and I have a dinner date with the Kim’s.”

Hyun was quick to nod before bowing towards his parents. “I won’t forget. I’ll make sure to get there early and to ensure that everything is packed away and clean for tomorrow night’s trades.” He responded. Sometimes he wished that he could just talk to his parents without the polite honorifics. He saw the way American teenagers interacted with their parents – so why couldn’t he? Well, that was Korean culture for you, I suppose. Both of his parents gave him a small nod of the head before turning their heels and making their way to the exit. And then that was it. He was alone. He had some freedom to… make some friends. Okay, this was strange. It had been a while since he had this free opportunity to do so. In high school, he was always busy with studying and volleyball training. And then in his first year of University, he spent all his spare time training or at the gym to ensure he was fit enough for training. He was an extrovert that was struggling to get back into the extroverted game of meeting new people. And oh boy, how much he craved for that.

His dark eyes gazed over towards the kitchen door which he had seen Quinn venture towards. Oh man… He had been such an idiot around her. Why was he glitching so much around her? And to accidently bump their heads together? So damn stupid! Sucking in a deep breath of air through his teeth, Hyun grasped onto the straps of his bag and made his way towards that said door with curiosity rattling his brain. Who knew what chaos was behind those doors. As he approached it, he took hold of the handle before slowly opening it and slinking into the kitchen with extreme caution, looking at his surroundings to see the other people gathering inside.

apolla · Aug 31, 2019

MAGGIE

Mentions:
Hyun (

weldherwings )

Interactions:
Rylan & Quinn (

yousmelldead ); Nate (

Winona ); Blaire (

sereiin );

"If this were a swingers barbecue, we'd already be naked."

His confident wink caused a grin to spread on Maggie's face again, a blush just this side of slight appearing on her cheeks as well. "You're gonna scare away half the neighborhood with that. Naked barbecues. Although..." She trailed off, appearing to be thinking, planning on coming back with something just as coy or playful. Before she got the chance, though, Nate's voice could be heard traveling across the backyard and she automatically turned towards it.

"You know I can't do it without my favorite girl."

"What?" Moreso out of confusion than not hearing him, Maggie glanced over at Rylan when she heard him call out to blondie. Quickly figuring out he meant the girl across the way, she returned her attention to Nate. Did this mean he was done being a dick? He'd better be, she mused, as she started to follow Rylan inside.

Almost as soon as they'd crossed the threshold, Rylan swept Blaire up in his arms and they set to making out. Maggie watched them for about a second before her eyes sought out her own fiance. Too proud to pretend as though nothing had happened, she just sent him a look that meant he'd be in for it later. If he didn't put her in some sort of a better mood first.

The blonde girl interrupted Blaire and Rylan getting hot and heavy right there in the kitchen, her words causing Maggie to frown. It was obvious the girl was beautiful, but she was worried about coming on too strong? "If a guy can't handle your confidence, he's not worth your time." Maggie offered, unable to keep her advice to herself. "But then again, you have to look at the guy, too. Does his confidence level match yours?" Shrugging one shoulder, she set her tea down on a nearby table.

Hyun appeared then, slinking into the kitchen almost as though he were unsure it might explode. Shooting him a soft smile, Maggie clasped her hands together, looking at the two homeowners. "What is it we're supposed to be cooking?" Her gaze slid to Nate again afterwards. "Something delicious, I hope."

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yousmelldead · Sep 3, 2019

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bro, just give her the d.

[div class=name]rylan pierce

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weldherwings
location: kitchen
mood: aggravated, hungry, blue balls is real

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Rylan's lips moved firmly against Blaire's, his fingertips now digging into her hips as she pressed back into him. Yes, they were going to have kitchen sex. Fuck yes. His body was being forcefully shoved back, his mouth leaving Blaire's and fingertips now reaching for his fiance's body. "What the fuck Quinn." The brunette groaned, his hands now pressed against his face as he tried to shake off the massive er you know from his lower region.

The brunette eyed his sister now clinging for dear life to Blaire, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the counter. What had gotten into her? Sure, he loved the fact that Quinn looked up to Blaire and that Blaire was totally okay with Quinn living with them. But it was a no-no to come in between him getting laid. His eyes moved from his sister to Maggie who was now giving words of advice, a smile playing on his lips as the two interacted. Well, at least Quinn would have another supporter in town.

"Why are you being so stupid?" Rylan spoke now at his sister, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand what was happening. Why were girls so fucking complicated? Quinn was younger, so it was more than likely because she was still naive. He was so thankful that he was a he, because well...fuck that.

The kitchen door opened slowly causing Rylan to turn his gaze to Hyun who was now sliding in silently. Oh, so that was the reason why Quinn was acting like an idiot. The poor guy looked as if he was walking into a room that could explode at any moment, eyes wide and everything. Jesus christ. Rylan pushed off of the counter and headed straight for Hyun, his arm now wrapped around one of the boy's shoulders as he ushered him into the kitchen. "Listen bro, just give her the d. Okay?" Rylan spoke casually to Hyun, his arm not leaving the boy's shoulder as he grinned wildly, his eyes now moving to the rest of the group.

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yousmelldead · Sep 3, 2019

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i was adopted and i don't know who rylan is

[div class=name]quinn pierce

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weldherwings

sereiin
location: kitchen
mood: i'm going to kill my dumbass brother

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Blaire was a godsend. Quinn pressed her face further into Blaire's neck as she groaned. Why was she so stupid? The voice above her made Quinn snap out of the ridiculous thoughts, her dark eyes now moving up towards Blaire. "You would?" She mumbled, a small smile coming to her face before faltering by Blaire's next statement. That was a good question: Why was she acting like a thirteen year old? The blonde rested the side of her head against Blaire's shoulder as she contemplated the answer to that question. There was no need to be acting like a child and frankly it was out of character for the girl. This was just not her day apparently.

Another voice had chimed in making her roll her eyes. Fucking Rylan with his two cents. "Calm your dick, dude." She growled at her brother, head snapping back to Blaire before turning towards Maggie who was now adding her own advice. Quinn let a smile play on her lips as she listened to what Maggie had to say. The brunette was completely right. Maybe she was just too confident and Hyun was lacking in that department? Yup, that's what she was going for.

The door to the kitchen slid open, a very alert Hyun slipping through it. He's a ninja. That was the only explanation. A very scared ninja. Quinn pulled her body from Blaire's at his sight, her head tilting curiously. He did come back, just like he promised. Though, before she had managed to get a word out Rylan had already stumbled over to the boy. Listen bro, just give her the d. The color drained from Quinn's face as she stared wide eyed at Rylan and Hyun. She was going to kill him.

"Rylan Jacob Pierce!" Quinn shouted, the color in her face reappearing into a blush as she eyed Hyun. This was not happening.

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weldherwings · Sep 3, 2019

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

mood: i thought i could put chemistry class in the past. thanks for the pop quiz, rylan.

location: the kitchen

outfit: click me

mention:

yousmelldead [Quinn + Rylan]

Hyun was slowly closing the door as he heard the sounds of feet making their way over to him. He had hoped that it would be Quinn that was making her way over to him. So, as he turned to look who it was, you couldn’t blame him for feeling a bit flattened by the sight of Rylan coming over to him. He had only met the dude when he walked in and even then, it wasn’t very much a huge introduction. It was just a ‘hey, I have a sister. Go check her out’ sort of thing. Which Hyun did. Which he probably should thank the older male for. Feeling that arm around his shoulder, he could see where Quinn got her assertiveness from. That upfront this is happening attitude without any second thought. The poor boy gulped slightly, turning to look at Rylan with a small smile. Was there a polite way to say he was uncomfortable with a total stranger acting so chummy with him. Well, probably not when the stranger is the homeowner of the house you were at. Also, Rylan was older. He had to show respect to him regardless of how uncomfortable he felt. You know; Korean culture.

Hearing Rylan’s suggestion, Hyun gazed at him with a curious complexion. Give her the d? The… the what? The D. The D. The D. What the heck could that mean? The poor boy frowned, trying to figure out what the heck Rylan meant by it. What could the D stand for? His brain continued to tick until it finally landed on something. High school chemistry class. “You… you want me to give her some… water?” he asked the male, completely confused. Of course. Of course, this dumb ass boy thought that the D meant the chemistry symbol for deuterium. For those playing at home who dropped out of high school, deuterium is a very useful Isotope of Hydrogen. Basically, it’s water. Just with heavier density. Which meant if you drink it, it could change the density of the fluid in your inner ear. But… why would Rylan want him to give his sister something that could cause her bodily harm if enough was consumed?

He was about to question the man when he heard a female shout – well, Quinn shouting at her brother to be exact. The yell caused him to jump and snap his attention from Rylan to Quinn, his eyes wide from shock. Oh damn. He almost had a heart attack. That was completely unexpected. However, as his eyes connected with Quinn’s, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack for another completely different reason. A small, shy smile formed on his face and he brought a hand up to slowly wave at Quinn bashfully. Well, considering the last thing time they spoke she had been questioning his sexuality and if he had ever kissed anyone, and then bumped heads – he had to admit, this was going probably better than any other girl he had spoken to before. Gold star for Hyun.

apolla · Sep 7, 2019

~~TIME SKIP: 1 WEEK LATER~~

erzulie · Sep 7, 2019

Afiya Santos

Afiya had regretted her decision immediately after agreeing with her husband. She blamed her acceptance of his idea on her parents, as she had just gotten off of video chat with them. She missed them dearly and her affection and love had clearly clouded her judgement. She could always blame it on Mark himself as well. So far things were going well for them, the Italian restaurant he had taken her to last week had been delicious. And it seemed like he was actually putting effort into their relationship, which pleased her. But back to the matter at hand. A horrible storm had came out of nowhere and the whole neighborhood was without power, well except for them. Afiya priced herself on being prepared for the unexpected, there was a generator set up for situations like these. It was also a good thing that she had one of the maids stock up on food prior to the storm. The only thing left to do was prepare for their...guests.

Afiya really hoped that the storm didn’t last long. The thought of a bunch of strangers in her house made her uncomfortable. She would definitely go over rules with them and whoever didn’t like it could stay outside, no matter what her husband said. Afiya caught the attention of one of the maids as she walked by. The young woman crossed her arms over her chest. “Anastasia, I need you and the others to keep a close eye on the guests. I regret agreeing to this whole thing but it’s too late to turn back now. See that you and the others make sure that nothing of ours go missing and that the house isn’t destroyed.” With that she turned and left in the direction of the master bedroom. Upon seeing her husband Afiya walked over.

“Honestly Mark, are you sure that this is a good idea? We have no idea what type of people they are.” Afiya sat on the bed and crossed one leg over the other. “This whole thing was supposed to be about us , no?” If anyone asked Afiya would definitely say that she wasn’t pouting, she wasn’t a child after all. Afiya let her hair down from the pun she had put it in. She ran a hand through the slightly wavy locs. Today was one of the days where she had dressed comfortably, with he hair free, soft flower dress, and bare feet, she was looking rather soft.

Location: Her Home; Master Bedroom
Mentions:
Interactions:: Mark

Sylvio
Outfit: X

weldherwings · Sep 7, 2019

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

mood: freezing my mother friggen ass off.

location: walking to the bus stop

outfit: click me

mention:

yousmelldead [Quinn]

The rain came out of no where as Hyun sat on the bus, watching it hit against the glass. Great. He was going to have to walk in this from the bus stop. Fantastic. The boy had just finished up at Volleyball practice and was on his way back home. Thankfully, his parents were on the working shift today, so he knew he could take a well earnt long hot shower instead of having all that anxiety building up that his Appa was standing at the door counting down the minutes he had left. Finally, the bus came to his stop. With a heavy sigh, he placed his backpack over his shoulders, took a final gulp as he gazed at the horrible weather outside and exited the bus. Had he known it was going to be this bad, it would’ve called an Uber instead of taking the bus. But oh no, Hyun thought it would be cheaper and nice to take the bus because he didn’t think the rain would be this bad nor would it rain for this long.

He could feel the rain his against his skin like tiny ice daggers. Dammit, why didn’t he bring a change of clothes with him to volleyball? Upon his body was his Volleyball gear; a singlet, gym shorts and his running shoes. He was just one for smart ideas today apparently. With his head down, feeling his locks becoming saturated, he ran with caution towards his house. He finally arrived five minutes later, completely soaked and ready to just hop in for a shower and curl up in bed. He could already feel his muscles aching from all the running around he did today from practice. Hyun reached for the door handle – but something was off. It wasn’t opening. His eyes widened slightly. He had told his parents to keep the door open because they only had the one key still for the house.

Okay, maybe they left the back door open?

Hyun jumped over the locked side gate before making his way around to the back door. A jiggle of the sliding door handle indicated that it too was locked. What the hell! A frown formed on his face as he shivered in the cold, taking hold of his phone and calling the restaurant to talk to his parents. His Umma was the first to answer. “Umma, did you leave a door open so I could get in after practice?” the boy asked, leaning against the back door so the cold air and rain wouldn’t hit him.

“Oh… Oh no. We thought it was better for you to pick up the key from us” she stated.

What the f- Hyun scrunched up his face before kicking the air in front of him. Why the hell didn’t they tell him that?! He could’ve taken the bus there instead and not be saturated! They did him dirty today, that was for sure. But instead of getting angry at her, he simply muttered an okay and that he’d be there soon. He let out a long, heavy sigh before hanging up. Right… so… back on the bus. Because he was sure as hell sure that he didn’t have the right amount of money left on his spending card to order an Uber. He hopped back over the fence and began his long journey back to the bus stop – this time, only gradually walking. He was already saturated. What was the point?

In the back of his mind, he did think about potentially going over to Quinn’s place and asking her for a lift. But he didn’t want to be a burden. She had already given him various lifts to and from work (while giving him a heart attack in the process as it was the first time he had been on a bike) and he didn’t want to ask her to drive him in this weather. He’d probably shit his pants. As his mind drifted to Quinn, he could feel a warmth radiate from his chest. Well, that was good cause he was struggling to feel any warmth from this icy rain hitting his body and making everything stick to him. Over the last week, the pair of them had exchanged numbers (because she mentioned she wanted to come to his restaurant and so he gave her his number so she wouldn’t get lost) and had been… well, texting non-stop to be completely honest. Every time he heard his phone chime, a wide smile automatically formed on his face because he knew it would only be her texting him. No one else ever did. His parents would often catch him just daydreaming while staring at these text messages at work and yell at him to get back to work. He wasn’t sure why but… there was just something so different about Quinn. But at the same time, something so familiar too.

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Hyun made everything so much easier. Quinn noticed how she hadn't been so anxious as the week went on. He was so supportive and funny. He'd be there in the drop of a dime if she needed him. Which was, well often. Not only did he do anything for her but he also didn't even try to make a move. Not even a kiss. Sure, was that odd? Absofuckinglutely. But that was the difference between Hyun and other guys. He didn't want her for her sex he wanted her for well...her and that was oh so terrifying to the blonde.
The rain was coming down harder now than it had an hour ago. Rylan had said something earlier about a hurricane and how if anything were to happen they would be going to Afiya and Mark's down the road. Quinn was a-okay with that. They lived in a fucking mansion. It had been a few hours since she had spoken to Hyun, he had volleyball practice and she was sure he'd more than likely either go straight to the restaurant or to his home. Quinn pushed her body up from her bed, her feet now padding over to the window. She peered through, squinting to see if Hyun's lights were on anywhere in the house. "Nope." She mumbled to herself, turning from the window to move towards her bed when the light in her room shut off quickly. Well, fuck.
"Ry! Bee!" Quinn shouted in the dark, fingertips now reaching around until she made it out of her bedroom. Why was it so dark? Quinn groaned when there was no response other than Mitzy who was goin ballistic at the top of the stairs. "I'm heading to the neighbors!" The blonde shouted once more before pulling her cell phone from her pocket, switching it on so she could send a quick text to Hyun.

To: H "R u alright? Powers out. Plz be careful. " From: Q

The girl quickly made her way down the stairs thankfully with the light of her cellphone, frowning as the text wasn't sending. Of course the power lines were down, why would a damn text go through? At the thought, Quinn's stomach sank with worry. Brushing the feeling off, Quinn opened the front door and stepped outside her gaze now to the pelting rain.
"Jesus christ." Without another though, the blonde stepped out into the pouring rain her frame instantly soaked. Well, Afiya and Mark were rich she could change into some nice ass silk pj's. About four minutes into her walk, Quinn noticed a shadow coming towards her. "Listen, I'm not afraid to kick your mother fucking---Hyun?!" Quinn's 'tough-girl' voice turning into an excited squeal as she got a better look at Hyun's eyes peeking through the hair fallen in his face. Yup, that was definitely him. She could spot his eyes in a group of a hundred people.
The girl didn't hesitate, her feet moving as fast as they could until she was planted right in front of the boy whom she already held so dear to her heart. "What are you doing out here?" Quinn frowned, taking in the fact that he looked like he was freezing and had been out in the rain for a little too long. "We are all going to the rich neighbors, they have a generator. Go figure right?" Quinn's lips lifted in a small smile as she lifted her hands, cupping the boy's cheeks in her palms. His face was cold, lips partially blue or maybe that was just the way they looked from the rain. Ah, fuck she couldn't even see really so who was she kidding.
This was a good as a time as any. Quinn was quick, her face moving closer before she pressed her lips against his cold wet ones for just a moment. Was it corny? Absolutely. It was raining for christ sakes. Talk about cliché but it was everything to the blonde.

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yousmelldead · Sep 8, 2019

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Love was a finicky bitch.
The past week seemed to be all over the place in their home. Quinn was off doing god knows what with that Korean boy down the road. She was a smitten as a kitten. Literally. Then there was Blaire, who was her normal self which was actually like seven different people in one tiny sexy body. Blaire never had to worry about Rylan ever cheating on her. She had more personalities than any man ever needed to keep him occupied.

The storm had gotten conveniently worse over the past few hours. It went from zero to one hundred it felt like. Rylan groaned as he sat on the toilet seat, his fingers pressing his credit card over the mound of powder neatly placed on the bathroom sink countertop. The odds of them losing power was pretty fucking high and well, Rylan was not about to deal with that with a clear mind. No fucking way. Once the powder was formed in the perfect line, Rylan was quick to take the rolled up twenty dollar bill to his left nostril sucking in the powder sharply. "Agh, fuck." He groaned, tilting his head back as he let it slide down his nasal cavity. Did he have a problem? Absolutely. There wasn't a day where he didn't do some type of drug. Though, was it hurting anybody? No.
The brunette sighed as he pressed the back of his head against the bathroom wall, his eyes fluttering shut as he let the feeling of the coke slowly take over his system. A shout from Quinn brought him back to reality, his eyes popping open to a now very dark bathroom. Well, crap that means they were going to the neighbors. Rylan sighed as he stood up from the toilet seat, pushing the rolled up bill and credit card in the pocket of his athletic pants before opening the door to the dark home. "Blaire." He called out, his eyes blinking in an attempt to adjust to the darkness.
The brunette grunted as he managed to ram into a side table, his anger getting to him as he pushed whatever was in his way now to the ground. "Fucking piece of shit." There was not enough drugs in his system to get him through this maze of a house right now. The brunette felt his way down the hallway, his fingertips pressing to the wall before they were gripping a doorframe. "Blaire, grab Spike please. He doesn't do well alone in the dark." Rylan made his way into their bedroom tossing whatever shirt he could find over his head before making his way slowly down the stairwell to their home. Mitzy was now at his feet, pressing her fur into his pants.

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sereiin · Sep 8, 2019

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The past seven days were nothing short of normal for them. Except for the fact that Quinn was always texting and seeing that damn boy she met at the barbecue a week prior. Blaire admittedly completely supported the two. They were cute and besides, she hadn't seen Rylan's baby sister this happy in ages. So why not encourage the kid to pursue that? Just like wine made her happy, so she pursed that. Often.

Bee couldn't believe how hard the rain was coming down now, the sound of it so loud it was difficult to hear anything else. She knew there was some sort of hurricane warning, but she prayed they wouldn't be forced to go to Afiya and Mark's. After the barbecue, Blaire wasn't exactly fond of that woman. As luck would have it, though, the lights suddenly went out, leaving the blonde stuck in the middle of the kitchen with a knife in one hand and a thing of watermelon on the countertop that she'd been cutting up. "Well shit," she muttered to herself, just as Quinn yelled out that she was going to the neighbours'. Bee called out an 'okay' before Rylan's voice followed suit, her name echoing through the now silent house before he crashed into something and cursed.

Blaire smirked to herself in amusement, ever so carefully moving to set the knife down on the countertop. But of course not even that was easy for her and a second later, the kitchen tool slipped from her hands and fell to the floor with a clatter. "Fuck, now I have to avoid stepping on that," Bee whined to herself just as Rylan told her to get Spike. Huffing, the blonde somehow managed to grab the knife and stick it in the sink without killing herself in the process, then picked her way through the house towards where the fucking hedgehog was.

"Ry, I can't see where I'm going," Blaire complained, letting out a yelp when she ran face first into one of the walls leading out of the kitchen. "Fucking ow." With her hands out, she felt along the wall until she reached the stairwell, just as Rylan himself stepped off of the bottom step with Mitzy. Bee's hands found his body a second later and she immediately latched onto him, her arms going around his waist. "Can you come get him with me?" She whispered, a sheepish look on her face despite the darkness.

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Sylvio · Sep 8, 2019

The storm didn’t bother Mark at all. He found comfort in the rain and thunder. Though it was a pain that he had to turn on the generator, which was the main reason why he started slacking off in the bedroom before getting ready for their guests to come. He was in nothing but boxers and sweatpants, scrolling through insta like he usually did whenever he was alone. It felt nice to spend quality time with his wife again. It felt really nice and it took him to the days when they were together in Italy. Though the nostalgia was short lived once he encouraged her to invite guests over to their place. She didn’t seem happy but it he hoped she would come around and go along with him. He saw Afiya walk into the bedroom and he was immediately distracted by the dress she was wearing. She looked really cute in it. He heard her plight and spoke once she sat on the bed. “They’ll probably be here til the storm passes. It won’t take long. Besides they’re our neighbors and I think this’d be a good chance for us to make a good first impression. I don’t want anyone thinking ill of us because we’re the only ones on the block with power. They’ll probably think we’re better than them... well we are in terms of looks.” He joked. “But we’ll probably be running into these people at some point, so it’s best to see how these people are and see who we should avoid.”

He saw Afiya running her hand through her hair. She was so beautiful, everything about her made his heart melt and he couldn’t help but and sit up and hug her from behind. His body was warm and he held her gently. “After tonight I promise it’ll just be you and me.” he said softly in Afiya’s ear.

Location: Masted bedroom, Home
Mood: Enamored
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erzulie · Sep 9, 2019

Afiya Santos

Afiya sighed softly as Mark spoke to her. What he said made plenty of sense, but she still didn’t like it. Afiya was never one to care about what others thought of her but then again she wouldn’t want to be alienated from the rest of the neighbors, maybe one day they would be useful to them. Afiya was pulled from her thoughts by strong arms around her and a warm body pressed against her back. She couldn’t help but lean into his embrace. She adored moments like these and hoped that it would be a common occurrence. Yes, this was one of the reasons why she’d fought for him and their marriage. He could be so sweet and charming when he wanted to be. Afiya could feel a light shiver travel down her spine at his breathe against her ear. She blamed her sensitivity on her condition, luckily for them she was already pregnant. “You’re right I suppose. They could be useful to use in the future. And it would be hard to avoid them entirely. I’ll just have the maids make sure that they lock all the important rooms. I wouldn’t want any of our things to go missing.”

Afiya turned in Mark’s arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, all but molding their bodies together in an attempt to feel more of his warmth. “Hopefully this storm passes soon. I don’t think that I can deny myself when it comes to you Bello. Another minute of not being surrounded by you is maddening. Voglio sentirti sulla mia pelle….” In the comfort of their home and away from prying eyes Afiya allowed herself to behave freely. She was getting much better at expressing herself, or at least she thought so.

“Alas, it’s seems like I’ll have to suffer a bit more. Our guests should be arriving soon and I don’t want them to believe that we’re bad hosts.” Afiya‘s smile was a flirtatious one, obviously she couldn’t help but tease her husband a little. It was rather fun. The young woman adjusted her silk sleepwear. One side of the robe had slipped from her delicate shoulder.

Location: Her Home; Master Bedroom
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Sylvio
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