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➸➸sex and pure love

snaps my finger,,, s,, i want a full paragraph abt me,, ,, by monda y mornin @9am, ,, asaP oR this "friEndshIP" is O V E R

what if, ,, , when i talked

i also did ｆａｎｃｙ text?

put a lot of [ E F F O R T ]
in [ O O C ] chatter

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it would probably
t a k e t o m u c h w o r k

winters an old fart who got by w a lot of touchin and is v touchy in general---- tocuH otCUh

➸➸sex and pure love

i put a lo t of hard,, , ,, , work, ,,, ,in2 it,,, also damn ur bio is loaded jesUS, ,, thats 2 much word,, , i giv up, ,,

also i did come back fuk u

im gonna fuck ashLEy in the B U TT

also im gonna say last night ash bottomed more bc winter had work the next day n didnt want sore hips

➸➸sex and pure love

Winter "W" Gabriele

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At the sound of his awakening partner, Winter's brows raised, turning his eyes from the streets to look at the disheveled mess that was Ash. Finishing pulling away the curtains, the taller man made his way to the bed, taking a sip of his coffee before lightly tapping it against the dark haired man's head. Despite being of similar ages, there was a difference between them that almost made Ash feel... much younger. A rawness that elicited a response in Winter that, usually, only young men and women in their twenties could.

"First of all, it's my household," said Winter as he took a seat on the bed beside Ash, taking another sip of his ultra sweet coffee. "Second of all, it's not my fault you like the good kind." Resting the mug on the floor, the man pulled his legs up onto the bed, wrapping his larger yet slimmer torso over Ash, resting his whole body on top of him, matching limb for limb. The older of the two entwined his fingers over Ash's head, resting his chin over it as the music continued to play.

At the mention of the shoot, Winter raised a brow. Pulling his hands from Ash's head and wrapping them around his torso, the man rested his head in the crook of the younger man's shoulder, his hair shadowing Ash's shoulder blade from the sun's good morning kiss, replacing it instead with one of his own. He tasted like skin and bed. "It's for a summer shoot, and today's the only sunny day," he started, speaking to muscle, each word brushing his lips against skin, "It's still cold as fuck out, though. It's with the actress--- ah. I forget her name... she's in that show you watch, the short one. It's her and some newbies."

A pause, and Winter looked up, the arms wrapped around Ash tightening as his fingers trailed muscle, leading up to lightly massage a pec. His chin rested on Ash's back and he voiced monotonously and yet, with concern, "Speaking of, we need to do something for you, soon. Has your manager got you any jobs yet? I hear there are a lot of shoe companies looking for commercial models and--" his bare feet kicked at the sheets until they were pushed aside, allowing him to carelessly caress Ash's toned legs-- "I'm sure I can do something for you."

➸➸sex and pure love

im gonn reply 2morro cu z i js spent all my energy redoin my bio but fuckk k kk k k im so we T for Ash,,, I woUld fuCk ASh sOOO AhArd

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aawwaw,a,, , thank, ,, i try 2 b adorable hehe--- but at first it was totally gonna b them mayb bein like instant friends,,, n then goin 2 school n realizin,, ,, shIT,, we r not who we were when we were alone--- and then it becomes awkward bc "r u gonna tell?" n like, when they kick it on a solo d8 next time theyre like, "so am i friends w the real u or , ,, what"

like breakfast club except better bc the movie was shhh h h ii ittt

n ian will probably b a junior:0 they can hav classes 2gether in the new semester that is like,, , mixed 0; like home ec,, ,, , or gym,, ,, ,, or

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→ who are you? ←

the music swelled
the skirts, they flew
but i stood still
offering my mask

to you

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two people
four faces
i n f i n i t e . t r u t h s

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First Meeting⇒

Ian "Rich Bitch" Pitch

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Chatter melted into one noise, the hustle of the city becoming one color and haze. Smoke made a real life filter that made everything feel surreal, a group of teenagers lounging at a smoking area, their reflections against the glass almost making them feel like a part of the life on the other side. Inside, mindless chatter. Laughter. A pause as they skimmed over their phones, erupting in laughter once more if someone showed a funny video, or picture, or just said something to break the silence.

Then, a blonde teen separated from the others got up, choking out his thoroughly smoked cigarette before walking past. The others barely glanced up as he walked past the glass door, making his way out into the cold night air, moon barely visible in the haze of buildings, hot breaths, and artificial lights. As the teen walked beside a path crunching over dirty snow, he looked over the texts he'd been looking over earlier, a groupchat with little of his own participation, the last few messages similar apologies.
"held back m8, wont make it till l8"
"ian i cant gooo"
"yooo ian lmao same mb-- next week?"
"i can do next week lol"
"breaks over next week tho....lol"

Ian, the boy of topic shut off his phone, scratching his hair in frustration as it continued to buzz. Just as he finally decided to walk on the path, his phone vibrated differently, and Ian felt his heartbeat skip and a sudden self-loathing for the reaction. The message wasn't even anything good: "cant make it either, have fun tho". God, thought the blonde as he covered his face and made his way past the crowd-- what fun was in hitting up the city to hop underground concerts if it was on his own--

As he rounded the corner, making his way to the first concert, he found his steps fitting over smaller footprints in the wet snow. The simple pleasure made Ian almost calm, glancing up as he continued to follow the footsteps-- past his bangs, the silhuoette of a shorter girl. "Hey," he called out, grin on his face as he decided to force his friendliness out even if it wasn't in front of a crowd. He slightly quickened his pace, pushing his hair out of his eyes to glance at the street, realizing he was almost at the venue. Maybe she was....? Was she? "You headed to the concert down by 8th, too?"

➸➸sex and pure love

ok,, ,, that was so bad,, ,, , fuk u im tire

also lmao rnt u like 8.. . ,, u catn drivE
i didnt say ANytin u were the onE whO js deCidD 2 scRem abT beIN riPPed I senSe A LIA R

➸➸sex and pure love

『brilliant eyes, darling
what a striking smile
let our lips touch, baby
stay with me a while』

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let me capture
every tantalizing inch

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Winter "W" Gabriele

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The sun was barely in the sky, the large studio apartment clattering to life as a tall man yawned at a Keurig, brewing a cup of hazelnut coffee. Dressed in a simple white shirt and black boxer shorts, his ensemble matched his half coloured hair. The floor creaked as the man made his way towards a Sota Cosmos turntable, slender fingers skimming over his records, another weary yawn escaping his lips. The man knew he had something to do later, and despite time ticking faster in his mental clock, he decided to squat down and look through his records more thoroughly.

Finally deciding, soft bass strummed and echoed through the apartment, the man making his way back to the kitchen. Passing by the metallic fridge, he opened it and pulled out two different creamers, shutting it with enough force that the single note left fluttered off. 'Winter: 9AM park shoot'-- the hastily scribbled note crumpled as Winter himself walked over it, resting the two creamers on the counter. Changing the kcup from his coffee to another's and starting a second brew.

Winter mixed creamer into the coffee until it was practically white, large hands grabbing a jar of sugar cubes and pouring a handful in. He took a tentative sip, shrugging at the taste before glancing at the oven timer. Pushing himself from leaning on the counter, he made his way past the turntable, jazz swelling as Winter made his way to the only bedroom. Pushing the already slightly ajar door with his foot, he knocked lightly with his free hand.

"You awake? It's already almost six."
He elbowed the lightswitch, floorboards creaking as he walked in, opening the curtains to reveal a slightly lightening sky, still mostly dark, the moon grinning at them. "I got a shoot in a few hours," Winter said aloud in between sips, pausing to stare down at the city below, billboards and signs and joggers and traffic, "Also you're almost out of your coffee-- I'll buy some on my way back if you want."

➸➸sex and pure love

ok sure ur "no t indecisive"

prepare 4 the shitties t i n tro u bITch

➸➸sex and pure love

wait fuCk how long hav they been d8in or r they js startin 2 get acquainted gdi