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//outofcondoms; i'm going to have an early one tonight. i've not been on long, but after work, i'm bloody exhausted. replies are drafted. night x

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Amber Heard/Daniel Sharman → Manip

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     At his offer, a small smile flickered across her mouth before her tongue darted out, sending it away as moistened her arid lips. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked, all wide-eyes and innocence. "If I ever got back to my hotel, my night was just going to end up with shitty Chinese and a terrible rom-com, anyway."

He chuckled and shrugged one shoulder, then piped up when she finally answered him. “Oh—- Well, you want me to show you?” He asked innocently.

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     She grinned, tongue between her teeth to suppress a bout of laughter. Most scrunched their noses because of the fact that Bailey seemed more commonly a male's name, rather than because of the fact that she was a popular alcoholic beverage. "Don't mock the name," Bailey chuckled, shaking her head. "Daddy was a drinker."

           "Nope." She popped the 'p' on the single word, shrugging. "Barely can find my hotel."

"Bailey?" He chuckled. "Like… Bailey’s Irish Cream?" He wrinkled his nose and held back a snort. He pulled back his hand and rubbed the back of his neck with it.

                  “You familiar with the area at all? It’s pretty easy to get to.”

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     She smiled. "Irish pubs are the best pubs, darling." She was a drinker --- it was unlady like, sure, but the woman was a far cry from normal. Bailey drank like a damned sailor.

               Slipping her hand in his, she smiled. "Pleasure, Garret. I'm Bailey."

"Uh," he thought for a moment. "Yeah, just down the road… It’s an irish pub, really small, but serves the good stuff."

         He held out his hand from across the counter, “‘m Garrett.”

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      A small smirk graced her cherry lips at the sight of the male, a perfectly sculpted brow raising at his words. 

               "Uh --- sorry. I'm new here." Lie. She'd been in Boston for quite some time now, since leaving Beacon Hills --- but he was cute and she needed an excuse as to why she'd been staring. "Any idea where I might find a good bar?"

Smells like werewolf city.

                Garrett turned around from behind the counter of his record shop in Boston. He greeted the blonde with a charming smile, “How can I help ya?”

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//outofcondoms; i'm updating themes and such shhh.

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         I can't be sure if you're serious or not.

     [ Surely he can't be --- three PhD's by twenty-three and he should have done better?

                She wonders what he'd think of her, then --- a woman acting her way through a life of lies. ]

             Insane.

       I had them all by twenty-three should’ve done better.   

             [ He’s still annoyed by the fact he hasn’t done more. ] 

   [ but his job’s more important. ]     

      Child prodigy.

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      Bloody hell.

              [ Quite frankly, she's embarrassed. 

     She freakin' faked her university degrees. ]

                        Nice work.

   Very official.     

    [ He’s not sure if he’s kidding or not. ] 

Three PHDs.

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          Doctor, huh?

     [ her grin teases him playfully. ]

                Sounds official. 

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hashtag i tried

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stiles stilinski/bailey barlow au

stiles falls asleep in class and has quite a graphic dream about ms barlow, the sexy substitute... and who knew stiles was a sleep-talker?

"Stilinkski."

The boy can't hear - his head is tipped back and Bailey's got her cherry-red lips wrapped around --

"Stilinski!"

His head shoots up, the back of his hand moving to wipe a slimy trail of drool from the corner of his mouth. Coach FInstock doesn't look amused as he drops his whistle against his chest, having used it to gain the sleeping boy's attention. He scowls, and Stiles blinks, confused. "Why haven't you done the homework?"

"There was homework?" Stiles asked, flushing red. Coach rolled his eyes.

"Maybe you should stop spending all your time with this 'Ms Barlow, and you'll get your homework done," Finstock advised, pissed. Stiles swallowed thickly and nodded.

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I made a Derek Hale blog!

follow [if you like] and earn the love from myself and the sourwolf. i roleplay with anyone, guise ~ [oc's included, omg. love 'em.] come love me forever and ever.

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ooc: ok so i'm //kinda// happy with the theme but now i gotta go do some cleaning. i'll be back soon ~ hmu if i owe you please.

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ooc: //customises theme again.