#& SHAH—BEEJAL : THREADS.

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           "     did you see this one  ?     "     beejal turns her phone screen to vanessa and plays a short video of someone rather colorfully describing their opinions on both of their works.  the exact content doesn't matter to her , just the fact that she was mentioned at all.     "     should i stitch this  ?  i'm gonna stitch this.  you want in  ?     "     she could practically hear her publicist whining about the consequences , but that was a later problem. / @29thdegree

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          "     as much as i talk shit , i don't think i can handle the fallout of a confession.     "     bee rolls over to look at mina , gaze tracing her features , capturing each angle to memory.     "     besides , it's more fun like this , isn't it  ?  the sneaking around is exciting.  why should we lose that  ?     "

open  to  :  f / m / nb ,  21 +

          ❛  are  you  gonna  tell  her  ?  ❜

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open to  :  anyone 25+. muse  :  beejal shah.  26.  author.  any pronouns. plot  :  both of them are in the same friend group but these two just don’t get along at all.  group planned a road trip but everyone except for them cancelled last minute and now they’re stuck doing it together b/c they don’t want their money & reservations to go to waste.

          "     for the love of —     "     from the passenger seat , bee hits the power button of the music system with the palm of her hand , turning the radio off.     "     i can only listen to the same commercial and same five songs so many times before i lose it.     "     she huffs and leans back in her seat , crossing her arms.  the clock tells her that htey've only been on the road for a horrifying two hours , barely a dent in the time it'll take to complete their cross country road trip.  fuuuuuuuuck.  she should've cancelled like the rest of the group.  bee turns her head to the driver , eyes shooting daggers at them.     "     pull over.  i want to drive.     "

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             "     i mean , shit , would that be the worst thing in the world  ?     "     maybe she's being a little extreme , but jealousy makes the most normal people act strange.     "     what kind of work dinner goes like that , huh  ?     "

୭ 🧷 ᵎᵎ open , m / f / nb . introducing : faye , 25 , journalist , ella purnell .

' he's my editor , it was a goddamn work dinner ! what do you want me to do , quit my job cause you're jealous ? '

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          "     'writing books' is so diminutive.  i prefer creating universes as my tagline.  makes it sound nearly as good as playing soccer , doesn't it  ?     "     she grins sharply , all teeth , as dakota snaps his journal closed as practically scrambles up.  bee makes herself comfortable on the edge of the bed , crossing one leg over the other and planting her palms behind her as she leans back a little bit.  admittedly , she's heard more than her fair share of him specifically , but she isn't one to reveal all her cards during the first draw.  she considers him with at tilt of her head.  of the rest of the contestants , he's certainly the best , and she'd rather have him on her side now than be against him , not that she wouldn't win when it came down to it.

          "     yes , you can help me.  thank you so for asking , dakota.  i'm propositioning you , and not the way you're thinking.  maybe.     "     her smile turns playful and easy as she looks up at him.     "     here's the thing.  you're hot and clearly know your way around winning.     "     she gestures to his journal of strategies.     "     i'm hotter and smarter.  this is an invitation to plot and scheme with me , but don't think for one second i couldn't wipe the floor with you.     "

with a sigh and roll of his hazel eyes , dakota was already dismissing beejal within seconds. the two of them had run in the same social circle for as long as he could remember, but he didn't recall ever speaking to her one on one. his ex was obsessed with her in the strangest way and he questioned if it was romantic , but never got a concrete answer. but now that he was thinking about it, he actually had no clue what the hell fallon's issue was with her. the only thing he did know was that the less he interacted with bee, the better. he had enough melodrama in his day to day life and didn't need any more bullshit. no matter how friendly the other was, he felt in his spirit that she was nothing more than a drama magnet. a beautiful, complicated demon sent from hell to ruin his life. and sure, maybe he was projecting and being unfair. bee hadn't done anything to warrant that kind of reaction from him. but he couldn't get a solid read on her and had no clue what she wanted from him. " okay, you're very much aware that i don't play american football. no need to be petty." he responded after a beat, smirking as he looked up at her. "but yes. my name's dakota and i play international soccer. you're beejal and you write books. glad we're on a first name basis. next step is a marriage and kids." in an attempt to create a boundary between them , he snapped his journal closed and pushed himself off of the pathetic excuse of a bed. "can i help you with something? are you plotting and scheming? heard you do that a lot."

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          beejal's publisher hates her.  both of them knew her bullshit answer of needing inspiration for a contemporary novel manuscript was a flat out lie , but once she got the invite , not even an act of god could have stopped her.  she gets lost several times within the first few hours as she explores the house she's going to share with eleven other contestants , busy noting where the cameras are hidden.  good angles are nothing short of a necessity.  she pushes open a random door and walks in , closing it behind her and immediately clocking at least three cameras in the upper corners of the room.  she plasters on a smile , half for the cameras , half for the only other person in the room.     "     all good things , i hope.  wish i could say the same for you.  i don't think i even got your name.     "     she's lying through her teeth.  bee took great care in listening during introductions.  she walks over to dakota and takes a seat beside him without asking , looking over at what he's writing down.     "     is that your plan to prove them right or wrong  ?  you're some kind of athlete , right  ?  wait , don't tell me , let me guess.     "     she holds a hand up and pretends to take a moment to think.     "     hockey  ?  no , football.  american football.     "

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of all the stupid and impulsive things he'd done over the his lifetime , agreeing to a reality tv show was some next level shit. dakota didn't have many things to do now that the football season was over, and this show was the one of the only things his managers agreed to let him to. their reasoning made absolutely no sense to him , but he couldn't care less. as he sat down in the co-ed... bedroom ( for lack of a better word , he wasn't sure what to call the giant room that had 12 beds organized in a circle ) , he started to draft a list of strategies he could enlist in order to win. he heard the door open and shut and couldn't be bothered to look up. once he saw who it was from the corner of his eye , he raised an eyebrow. "you're bee , right ? i heard a lot of things about you. and i'm sure you've heard a lot about me. think they gave me this ... manwhore of the house vibe or whatever. "