Hi. I’m here and if you want to plot, my ask is here.
Or look at wishlist things? Here go.
Opens? COME AT ME BROS!
Memes? Fuck yea, here you go.
"This is why God made booty calls, Elijah…"
Put “I mean…KIND OF” if it was on more than one occasion.
Elijah stayed himself on the bed, even as she approached. His eyes wandering all over her, the red standing out from her porcelain skin. His mind already wondering,hands resting on his legs as not to reach out for her and pull her close. It took everything he had to keep them there. “You love me?” A smirk growing on his lips before trying to hide it.
He eyed off the other bags, wondering what was in them and hoping he would have even more of a show.
Gabi propped a hand on her hip and smiled at him. Her hair fell across her shoulder. “I do… I know you….I’ve known you for a while…” That part was confusing to him. He was somehow a part of her memories though she only just met him. But she did love him.
"I really do. Do you like it?"
She’s a nighttime person. Prefers it so much. She hates mornings. Needs a lot of coffee.
Country. Rock. Pop. She likes it all. She just loves music. So much.
A chick she works with. They were both up for an award and then… yea. She and Gabi got into a fist fight.