Salem Let Out A Small Laugh, They Were Both In The Same Boat. She Had Almost No Impulse Control When

salem let out a small chuckle and shook her head. "i promise it's okay, don't apologize. if i could i'd find a way to bring the band to you." luna's disappointment was valid despite whatever salem had going on. she shrugged a bit at the question. things were weird at the moment between her and leon and it was particularly hard to put into words why. "honestly? things are kinda just...up in the air at the moment i guess?" ( if that's what you would refer to hookups and constant bickering with your ex as anyways ) despite being the one that ended things in a moment of distress she deeply regretted it but had the feeling she'd done enough damage in the relationship. "you'd have to make a salem voodoo doll if that's the case. i'm sad to admit that i'm the fuck up in this relationship and this is now the second time that i left him because i'm just allergic to stability apparently."

               at   the   mention   of   the   way   salem's   life   was   progressing,   luna   felt   immediate   guilt   for   her   pouting.   luna   had   only   been   separated   from   drew   for   a   few   months   and   the   entire   world   felt   like   it   was   coming   to   end;   and   they   hadn't   even   been   together   that   long   before   the   break   up.   leon   had   told   luna   was   that   he   was   going   to   propose.   that   kind   of   unimaginable   love   had   to   come   with   some   unimaginable   pain,   and   there   they   were   moping   about   a   band.   "   i   don't   need   it   more   than   you,   i'm   sorry.   "   luna   conceded,   pushing   salem's   hand   that   held   the   necklace   into   salem's   chest.   "   i'm   just   more   dramatic   than   you.   "   luna   was   probably   more   dramatic   than   the   entire   valparaíso   region,   but   they   didn't   want   to   think   about   that.   "   how   are   you   holding   up   ?   all   things   considered.   do   you   wanna   talk   about   it   ?   i   have   some   voodoo   dolls   i   can   die   the   hair   a   blonde   color   and   you   can   really   let   your   anger   out.   it   really   works.   "   luna   knew   from   experience.

salem, what's your ideal first date? would you agree to a kiss by the end of it?

“i like to leave that up to whoever is asking me on a date but ideally it would be something super fun. i hate the pressure of first dates so the less stress the better. but if the person wanted to be extra that’s okay too i just hope both teams have fun. as far as a kiss i guess it depends on how well the date went but can’t i just kiss the person mid date if the vibe is right?”

salem wasn't sure what exactly was in a terremoto but after taking the first sip it already tasted significantly better than the everclear. "this is tasty which is probably super dangerous considering i could easily down like ten of these..." she sipped on the drink as esme spoke and shrugged, not really wanting to admit staying away from him was much easier said than done. "it's just so hard. im very out of sight out of mind when it comes to people but the more im away from him the more i miss him. that's actually super fucked up when i say it out loud isn't it?" taking another sip of her drink she nodded. "honestly? yes but i kinda feel like he's better off without me sometimes. did i mention how amazing this drink is by the way?" salem said slurring her words a bit, her body starting to feel warm from the alcohol.

            esme  has  to  think  about  that  one  for  a  moment.  she  doesn't  think  everclear  is  actually  ... sold in  chile,  you'd  have  to  get  it  from  out  of  country,  "  short  answer ? probably  not.  i'll  make  you  something  tastier,  don't  worry  –  no  promises  it  won't  get  you  just  as  fucked  up,  though.  "  she  slides  salem  a  very  pretty  terremoto,  because  if  she's  going  to  get  her  drunk  she's  going  to  do  it  kindly.  the  look  for  reassurance  has  esme  looking away, unable  to  help  the  little  cringe  she  does  with  her  face,  nose  scrunched  up,  "  i  mean  – will  you  ? you  said  that  last  time.  where  are  we  now ? "  she  leans  against  the  counter,  propping  her  chin  on  her  hands,  "  do  you  want  to  get  back  with  him ? or  was  that  kind  of  a  ...  '  just  for  funsies  '  thing ? "

in a split second the two went from arguing to kissing one another. she gave in immediately, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him back hungrily. salem wanted him badly and was almost immediately turned on by the feelings of his hand spanking her. it had been what seemed like forever since the two of them were able to touch one another and salem hadn't been with anyone else since splitting from leon about a month ago. she missed him terribly even if she wasn't willing to admit it out loud. as he pulled back she looked up at him in a daze and nodded with a smirk, his hair was messy and her lipstick was all over his mouth. "of course i'm going to let you." hooking up probably wasn't the best idea but she was so drawn to him (since the day they'd met) and it had been so hard to stay away every time. "god you're so insatiable." as she felt leon press up against her she bit down on her bottom lip, her mouth immediately opening at his demand. "are we really going to do this here? what if someone catches us?"

leon rests both hands on the wall, one on either side of her head. he listens to her words, but he doesn't want to hear them. so, the second she stops talking, the man grabs her face and kisses her. lips pressed against her own, biting and sucking and kissing her as if the world's gonna end. "you really like making me mad, don't you girl?" he smirks as one of his hands travel down to her ass and he spanks it. "what is it gonna be, huh?" he pulls away for a moment. her lipstick's all smeared and he knows he has the same color around his mouth. god he missed kissing the shit out of her. "are you gonna stop this nonsense and let me fuck you?" before salem can answer, the man presses his body against hers, letting her knows he's already turned on. he doesn't really know how it works, but seeing salem flirting with someone else really messed with him. because there's no way in hell someone else can make her feel as good as he does. "open," he demands as he pushes his thumb between her lips. "be a good girl and i might let you cum."

status: closed for @alkaliineee // solana

salem beamed as she strolled through the vineyard with solana. she couldn't contain her enthusiasm as the two picked grapes and placed them in the basket. "i'm super excited for this, can you believe i've never done a wine tasting before either?" she said to the other. grape picking and creating your own wine was completely different from salem's typical idea of fun but she was quickly starting to adapt to trying new things while living in valpo. "please don't roast me too hard on how little i know about it all." she said a bit embarrassed. "my parents are more of the whiskey in a dive bar types than wine sipping on a vineyard you know?"

"wait...you're serious?" salem whispered before looking around for a moment; there weren't any other people in sight so they technically could get away with it. would it be bad karma though? "i love the universe and it's creatures but a tarantula is completely out of the question." the suggestion quickly snapping her out of her deep thought. she chuckled as she watched drew struggle with the poor animal. "here, give it to me-" reaching for the cat she smiled while placing gentle pats along it's fur. "i see you didn't learn anything the whole month stevie was with luna. speaking of which, you think they'll be mad about us stealing it? what if we get caught and she has to bail us out of jail?" the potential consequences raced through her mind.

drew scoops up the cat with great effort, grimacing as the creature struggles and squirms within his awkward grasp. "open your bag," he instructs anyway. pets who couldn't be confined to a tank or a cage, shed often, made noise, emitted an odor, or all of the above were strictly forbidden by his mother, so he has little experience with wrangling common household animals. "excuse me," drew inevitably huffs as the cat continues fidgeting. "okay, are you sure that you don't want a tarantula instead ? i can recommended a few different species that are great to start out with," he offers, glancing anxiously at salem as the animal continues to wiggle around in his hands.

as salem plucked a few grapes off the vine she chuckled at solana. the age difference between the two of them seemed to slip her mind until it was mentioned. solana always reminded salem of a big sister no more than a few years older than herself. "you talk as if you're like....prehistoric babe. you're still pretty young. there's no real reason why you can't go on a bar crawl with me or be backstage at a concert." giving the other a playful nudge. she didn't have many older friends but it was refreshing to be around new people with different hobbies than hers. "i'm just now getting into it really and the most i know is that i hate those dry bitter red wines." she scrunches her face up at the thought. "i just don't have the taste palette for it honestly. whats your favorite?"

the joy radiating off of salem was infectious, and the slight ache in solana's cheeks from smiling so much was proof of that. " oh, super believable. " the comment accompanied by a soft bout of laughter. " now don't get me wrong, that's not a dig about who you are as a person. " she told her, plucking a few more grapes from the vine before tossing them into her basket. " you're young, there are way more fun things to do at your age. " truthfully, she would have been more surprised if she was a wine connoisseur. " i know i didn't do my first wine tasting until i was at least your ago. i just didn't have the palate for it back then. " now having a glass at the end of a long day was one of sol's preferred ways to unwind. at the admission, she rested a hand on salem's forearm, giving her a faint shake of her head. " i would never. "

salem loved coming to secondhand style. she considered briefly at one point applying for a job with the amount of time ( and money ) she often spent in there. girl time with astrid was much needed since being back from la and salem never could say no to a shopping trip. fashion as a career never did bite for her but she did inherit somewhat of an interest from spending so much time with her mom at shows. she had a decent pile of finds for the colder weather draped over her arm as she waiting outside the dressing room for astrid, mentally contemplating if she needed this many sweaters. as her friend stepped out of the dressing room in a cute pair of low rise jeans salem grinned with approval. "i love those on you! the whole y2k style is thriving right now so you'd be right on trend. plus they make your ass look amazing if that's a factor." she glanced down at her phone for a moment to quickly reject a call from her ex leon. "the cargos are too safe for you. get out of your comfort zone babe."

───✮ ˙ ̟ closed starter ft. salem ( @cybermuses ) ── at secondhand style

                 ⋆.˚ astrid had always fancied herself a strictly business employee, showing  up  when  she  wasn't  on  shift  was  normally  an  activity  she  did  her  best  to  avoid  seeing  as  she  rarely  wanted  to  be  there  when  she  did  have  to  work.  for  such  an  occasion  though  exceptions  were  to  be  made;  her  negotiation  skills  —  honed  by  the  job  itself  —  and  the  employee  discount  she  couldn’t  remember  officially  having  made  secondhand  style  the  only  store  that  made  even  a  modicum  of  sense.  it  was  just  a  pit  stop  anyways,  she  needed  a  new  pair  of  jeans  seeing  as  the  inner  seam  of  the  ones  she  still  happened  to  be  wearing  had  torn  apparently  without  rhyme  or  reason  at  the  very  beginning  of  what  was  set  to  be  a  very  eventful  day.  she’d  grab  a  new  pair,  change  in  a  dressing  room  and  they’d  be  on  their  way.  but  first,  she  had  to  find  a  pair  she  loved  as  much  as  her  well-worn  boyfriend  cut.    

❝  ok,  what  do  we  think  about  low  rises  ?  you  know,  getting  out  there…  trying  new  things…  at  this  rate  we’re  probably  going  to  miss  pre-bar  brunch  anyway  so  it’s  not  like  it’d  be  outrageous  yeah  ?  ❞  she  poses  the  question  to  salem,  an  embroidered  pair  of  jeans  in  hand,  ❝  or  i  mean  i  could  just  grab  some  cargos…  what  do  you  think  ?  ❞  ─ ✶⋆.˚

closed- for @bvlladonnas // esme location - los fantasmas

"if i ask you to make me the strongest drink you guys have here you promise not to ask any questions right?" salem said a bit stressed as she sat down at the bar. she was relieved to see esme was working tonight, spilling her guts to locals would probably be a new low for her. "i did something kinda bad to leon...again." regretfully that was becoming a reoccurring theme in her life. "does it count as ghosting if you just leave early in the morning without saying goodbye? or am i really just a horrible person? i'm the worst aren't i?" she let out a groan before resting her head on her arms.

salem let out a quiet chuckle wishing that were true but honestly she was very fucked up. she'd been dealing with her mental illness since she was was fifteen, among other things she never really talked about. life for her would always be a constant battle mentally and emotionally. she looked up at leon with tears in her eyes as he spoke. they both loved each other, that much was apparent but she hated knowing just how much she hurt him. "and i love you leon but it's just-" she let out a sigh before continuing. "sometimes i feel like you'd be better off with someone who's more stable. i try really hard to make sure whatever problems i have don't spill over into our relationship and i hate that i make you feel so pathetic when things get like this." she knew what she was about to say next would probably definitely be harsh words to hear but it was the truth. "i can't promise that we'll get back together right now and everything going forward will be easy. that i won't get in my head again and do this to you a third time..." she fidgeted with one of her rings trying to distract herself from the small wave of anxiety that was coming over her. this conversation was too uncomfortable and she wasn't the best with confrontation. she hated knowing that anyone had ill feelings towards her or that she was able to hurt anyone to that capacity, especially leon who'd been the absolute best to her even before they were dating.

leon sighs. there's so much sadness in his eyes. "you're not fucked up, sal." he empathizes with her because he knows the feeling so well. that feeling of being a mess and not knowing why or how to explain it. he feels bad. he doesn't want to be angry at her, but she really hurt him. is he supposed to act like everything's fine? "i... i fucking love you," he looks into her eyes. "i fucking love you so much that every time you leave i-" he chokes up a bit. "i feel pathetic, you know? i feel pathetic and i do fucked up shit, too. i don't know how to deal with it." leon feels so ashamed that he fucked kala right after salem dumped him over the phone. who is he to judge her? "i love you. but you can't keep doing this to me. you need to talk to me, too. before everything blows up." he wants to forgive her so badly. reset and repeat. erase and rewind.