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"oh, well, that's easy. i'd compliment you without some personal assistant deal." he shrugs, "because you look fuckin' amazing." he tells her, eyebrows lifting a bit as if to emphasize just how true it is. he's glad dom is nowhere to be found as he maintains their closeness, inching maybe even a centimeter or two closer. dj can't help his own laugh as she lets out the cutest damn laugh he's ever heard. "the very one. i'm not saying they were always correct, but it's the thought that counts, right?"
dj watches her sip at her drink, trying not to be completely obvious about the fact that he's looking at her mouth, eyes flicking quickly back to hers as if he's a child who's going to be caught stealing from the cookie jar. he hums, "i'd consider it more... between drinks, y'know what i mean? i was headed to the bar, but then ran into you and you're much more interesting than another miller lite." he tells her. "plus, you shared with me, so we're keepin' it flowing." he pauses for a moment, another shrug rolling off of his shoulders, "when you finish yours we can walk over there together and get refills." he's mostly just looking for an excuse to keep hanging out with her, he doesn't even really care if it's obvious.
dj has always had a knack for getting attention . even in school , maya saw the way girls grinned at him or leaned in for conversation . HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A LIKEABLE GUY . genuine . it makes a hot flush run over her , pleased that she's now the one getting his attention . " i know what you mean . " she agrees , with a laugh . the red on his cheeks looks good . maya doesn't think she's ever done that to him before . a part of her wanders what it means , while the other ( smarter ) part within her says : you know what this means . she isn't an idiot . isn't completely immune and unbeknownst to flirting . she just never expected it from HIM . " refills , yes . maybe even saying , ' oh maya , you look so gorgeous by the way ' . and you know . . . if there's anything in my teeth at any point , you have to be the one to tell me . " maya bites down on the corner of her lip , trying not to grin too big and goofy and silly and OBVIOUS . it's hard not to when dj mentions being voted most helpful . a sudden and un-attractive sounding laugh bites out of her and maya puts one hand over her mouth . some part of her will always be that same little girl with a dorky crush . " i didn't take you for the frat kind . was this the same frat that voted dom ' best at belching sir mix-a-lot songs ' ? " she pretends to squint , inquisitive . " if so , i have to question their judgement . " maya takes another long sip of her champagne . she wonders if she drank from the same spot he did . " i can see why dom chose you as best man , then . " maya agrees . " speaking of which , why are you without a drink ? "
someone let me play a cute young nanny working for a single dad who is just in over his head, and she loves the kids, and they love her, but she’s taking online classes to eventually become a teacher which means she’d have to leave them, and the kids hate that idea so they beg their dad to marry her, not fully understanding what that means. give me an age gap that makes them both think they can’t have the other, even though they both do. pleasseeee
[ID: an ao3 author’s note which reads “i’ve never trafficked drugs before, apologies for any inaccuracies!” End ID]
“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”
— Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring (via roseir)
SARAH SNOOK as SIOBHAN ROY SUCCESSION (2018–2023) 2.07 Return
"maybe i did. is there something wrong with that?" probably, she thinks as she stands a mere foot from him, heart beating a little more excitedly than she'd like it to, "are you not happy to see me?"
open to: any muses 25+ ! (f for romantic) muse: theodore bates. author & lecturer. plot: inspo source
“ maybe you just wanted to see me. ”
He sat across from her, locking eyes with the woman as he settled in, humming thoughtfully, "The truth?" She seemed like someone who would prefer the truth. And he wasn't usually one to beat around the bush unless he was trying to get away with something risky at work, "My mom asked me to come. But, rest assured, I also have a healthy amount of curiosity. It's in my nature." He flashed a soft grin, returning the question, "What about you? On a quest to go on the world's best date?" His following thought was the he probably wasn't going to be the world's best date, but he kept that musing to himself. It's not that he was antisocial or rude or unattractive. Sandro just sort of found himself a bit boring. He worked and went home mostly. He didn't have many hobbies, he didn't have much of a life outside of the office. He thought it usually made very droll date conversation.
Sandro picked up the drink menu, though he kept his attention on Devin, not wanting to seem rude, remembering the manners his mom had instilled in him over and over. He was, admittedly, curious about her. He didn't think his mom had the best taste generally, but there seemed to be no issue (yet) and Devin didn't seem like a complete crazy person. Though, there was still time for such a reveal.
"What are you drinking?" Sandro asked, figuring it would probably be easier just to ask their waiter for a bottle for the table. Plus, he wasn't particularly picky when it came to wine — or food for the at matter, he was an easy date.
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Her gaze lifted from the menu at the sound of his voice, hazel-green eyes settling on him with the quiet intensity of someone sizing up a mystery. So, this was Sandro. The man her mother had gone on about as though he were the solution to all of life’s problems. Devin’s lips curved, just slightly—a smile too faint to betray what she was truly thinking.
She let a beat pass, her fingers stilling on the stem of her wine glass before she reached out to take his offered hand. Her grip was firm but not overly so, the handshake coolly polite. ❝Devin,❞ she confirmed, her voice low and smooth, as if she were entirely unfazed by the circumstances. ❝Nice to meet you too, Sandro.❞
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, cataloging details with the precision of someone who had been trained to assess and analyze from a young age: the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint tension in his shoulders that betrayed the practiced ease he was trying to project. He looked like someone who lived in control—she wondered how much he hated being here, doing this.
She withdrew her hand, leaning back in her chair as she gestured to the empty seat across from her. ❝Well, you’re here. That’s more than I expected, so... points for punctuality.❞ Her words were light, tinged with dry humor, though the spark in her eyes hinted at something sharper beneath the surface.
As he settled in, Devin reached for her wine glass, taking another sip. The movement was measured, calculated even, giving her just enough time to think. ❝So, Sandro,❞ she began, setting the glass down with the softest of clinks, ❝what brings you to this thrilling adventure? Duty, curiosity, or sheer boredom?❞
Her lips quirked into a smile that was equal parts challenge and charm. Whatever this was, she had no intention of letting it fall into the predictable rhythm her mother likely envisioned. If she had to sit through this evening, she’d make it on her terms.
🚨 ・・・・・ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧.
totally cliché, but, let me play a sexy mistress who seduces her husbands awkward younger brother.
anyone is welcome to reblog !
Ayo Edebiri & Taylor Russell – LOEWE SS25 fashion show
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