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  • woah tommo!

    woah tommo! (100)

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    Am I the one on the throne or a wannabe?
    are you crawling back to who you were?

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    Luke Hemmings x Marioara “Marie” Aldea
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    Michael Clifford x Gracie Jones
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    Ashton Irwin x Cezara Anghelescu
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    Calum Hood x Rosie Parker
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    Jensen Ackles x Ileana Vasilescu
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    Jared Padalecki x Sasha Ingrid
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    Harry Styles x Emilia Belikova
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    Louis Tomlinson x Etta Simon
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    Nathaniel Buzolic x Valeria Rayne
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    Cillian Murphy x Euphemia Wren
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    December 4th, 2019 at 09:32pm
  • never sleep.

    never sleep. (100)

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    Marie had been trying to get a new job for weeks when she’d come across a potential job offer - somebody needed a babysitter. It was almost fishy, but she’d called to set up an interview, anyway. Arriving at the address, she stared at the building; somebody had clearly rented it for the interview, but that worried Marie a bit. Eventually forcing her concern away, she made her way up to the small building, lifting her hand to knock on the door. For a moment, she thought about turning, running, getting as far away from there as possible, but she had to try to see how this went.

    Michael was bored - beyond so. All of his friends were busy, doing their own thing, and, because of this, he had nothing to do. Damn them for being busy. Scoffing with the thought, he made his way out of his house, a small pout on his lips as he wandered around. Eventually climbing into his car, he started it up and began the drive to the nearest diner. If he couldn’t find anything specific to do, at least he could eat and be out and about, rather than being cooped up in his room. After he arrived, he headed inside and sat down, easily placing an order before he peered around a bit, taking in the sight of everything, taking note of those around.

    Cezara rocked her niece gently as she worked on making the bottle for her as the baby cried, cleary hungry. “I know, Lily-bug,” she cooed gently to the baby as she continued rocking her. Once she warmed the bottle, she moved to sit down with Lily, lifting the bottle to feed her. Cezara’s sister was a single mother and had a full-time job, so Cezara had offered to help out as much as she could - and, when Ashton was home, Ashton tried to help as well. Luke had offered to help find a suitable, more permanent babysitter for Lily, that Cezara’s sister could afford but, for now, Cezara enjoyed these moments.

    Calum was honestly glad to have something to do in his free time. Louis had explained his and Etta’s situation to him, how they were babysitting Etta’s niece, and how they needed to find a permanent babysitter to make things easier for all parties involved, and Calum had offered to help do just that: to find a babysitter for them. In doing so, he’d made an ad to request people to contact him for the job so they could set up an interview. Plenty of people had contacted him after the interview ad, and he’d already conducted many interviews, but nobody seemed to fit just yet. His next interview was with a Rosie Parker and, seeing that it was coming close to time, he stood up to go open the door so she could come straight inside when she arrived.

    Ileana offered a weak smile to her friend as they walked to one of Ileana’s favorite restaurants. Sarah had offered to take her there to get her mind off things. A few months ago, Ileana had been expecting a baby with the man she loved - Jensen - but they’d suffered a miscarriage. It had left them both broken and upset and they’d tried to fix things, Jensen especially, but every time Ileana looked at him, all she saw was the baby they never had, and all she felt was heartbreak for not being able to give them that baby. It’d ended in them breaking up about two months ago and this was the first time Ileana was really stepping out since then.

    Jared leaned against a wall in the house. His friend had decided to throw a party and had invited him, but Jared only really came because it gave him something to do. For now, his eyes were taking in the crowd, watching people move about and dance, and he was hoping, silently praying even, that a certain Sasha Ingrid wouldn’t show up at the party. His friend had invited her solely to cause problems for Jared, to get under his skin, because his friend knew how much he and Sasha didn’t get along, how much they hated each other, and he always found enjoyment in using that to cause problems. Sighing with the thought, Jared shook his head and drank more.

    Emilia sighed as she made her way into hers and Harry’s home after their “date,” and she worked on taking out her earrings, she put them in her jewelry box in their room - a room they didn’t actually share. It was all for show; while everything was decorated to make it seem like they were having a happy life together, Emilia’s real room was actually down the hall. This whole fake relationship had been developed by their publicists, who thought it would be good for both of them. In reality, though, they rarely spoke - though she preferred it this way. It was easier to pretend if she didn’t actually spend much time with him.

    Louis came back home after having to run out to get some new diapers and baby wipes for Etta’s niece, Amelia. “I’m home,” he called out, smiling with the thought as he made his way further into the house to bring the wipes and diapers to Etta, though he cringed when he realized that perhaps he had woken Amelia from a nap - he tended to accidentally do that, though he never meant to. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case this time, maybe she was being fed or she was having tummy time or something along those lines. He thought about calling out for Etta to find out where she was but, since he didn’t want to risk waking Amelia if the baby was asleep, he refrained from doing so.

    Valeria walked into the party she’d been invited to, peering around. While she’d been invited, it was one of the last places she wanted to be, because she knew the person throwing the party was close to a certain Nathaniel Buzolic - and, oh, how she loathed him. Scoffing with the thought, she weaved her way through the crowd that had already formed, and went to get something to drink, needing to put something in her system so that she could at least try to enjoy the party, though she was already tempted to just leave. The only thing worth being here for was the booze.

    Cillian looked around his empty home for what felt like the millionth time since Euphemia left. Things had gotten difficult for them after they’d lost their unborn child. It’d been hard to admit to and impossible to get through, to the point that they’d ended up breaking up. But, after the break-up, home didn’t even really feel like home anymore. It just felt like a place for him to lay his head, to eat in, a place where he could simply get through the days that passed. And, God, how he missed Euphemia, how he wished to fix things between them. It broke his heart that he’d lost not just their unborn child, but her as well, and she’d always been the person he wanted to spend his life with. Running a hand through his hair, he made his way out, needing some fresh air.
    March 18th, 2020 at 10:48am