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[apcthies]

୨ৎ    ˖  ࣪  ⊹     ꒰        charlie spent a good amount of his time running away from his past and some days were easier than others, but he thought it was a bit much for the universe to point and laugh as his past walked straight into the conference room. it'd been years since he'd seen that face, achingly familiar and the absolute last thing he expected to see. the reality of the situation settled like a frost, his fists clenching against the ice in his veins - of course kai would end up here; charlie's biggest regret following him, haunting him.   ❝  i'd be lying if i said i wasn't surprised,  ❞   he admitted, the words feeling heavier than they should, given their neutrality.   ❝  never thought i'd see you again, let alone here of all places.  ❞

@lucidityz

[ashleysjohnson]

Anna Sawai as CATE RANDA in Monarch: Legacy of Monsters (2023-)

[ravenclairee]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY — 2.06 "Love Fest"

[eautendres]

            now this was ODD. under normal circumstances, a trade was the most typical thing any professional athlete would ever experience. yet the reason for his own trade centered around something that never actually happened. beau was in wrong place at the wrong time. what was he meant to do ? not fight back ? although, he begrudgingly admits that it seemed fitting that his tenure in san francisco ended with him feeling dejected  – almost in the same way when he arrived here. could he compare the two situations ? definitely not. but to leave the city in the way that he did, with his tail tucked between his legs and head hung low ? no. he had a broken heart from a love that felt like it was one in a million. a love that felt like the universe aligned things perfectly just for these two to meet. the kind of love that was so true and real that it was written in the stars, one that would be able to stand the test of time. and now he was back in the city where their story began ... and ended.             there was something in the air. it felt electrifying even when he turned towards the truck. he couldn’t place why he felt that way. the familiarity of it all, but how ? what was making him feel this way ? and then it happened. he should’ve known why. silly silly beau, how could you have forgotten ?  it was the same feeling he’s felt everytime they were remotely near each other. it was her. mai, the woman that his heart has been holding a candle for as long as he can remember ( read as: five years ), was walking towards him. no, towards the apartment building that he was about to move into. it couldn’t be , right ? fate couldn’t have been this cruel to not only bring him back to this city, but to have him move into the same building ? maybe she was meeting up someone. someone platonic maybe ( because if he was being honest, the thought of her running up to an apartment of her lover made him physically sick ).             “ hold on ! keep the doors open ! ” beau yelled out to her, hoping that she heard him. he was quickly walking up to the elevators while looking behind him to see if anyone was keeping up. lo and behold, wes was following right behind him. there wasn’t enough time for him to tell them to get the next elevator up considering the doors were already closing. “ fuck, come on, wes. we’re going to miss this one, ” he chatised, willing his legs to get in just a few more strides to get to her. there she was. finally. how much time has passed since she walked away ? how many nights did he spend wishing that he would have stayed in the city to just get a chance to be near her ? and if he did sleep, how many dreams about her has he had ?             “ mai. ” her name coming off of his lips didn’t feel foreign. it was like his lips were always meant to utter her name. “ y-yeah, ” beau clears his throat ( poorly, by the way ), “ hi ... you, um, are you going up ? ” and in that moment, if it wasn’t clear from his head dipping in defeat, he felt like the lamest person alive. was that all he could say to her ? he knew he was going to hear all about this later on. not that he cared if his teammate witnessed this reunion. “ i ... if it isn't obvious, i’m moving in. the ninth floor, actually. and i don’t know if you know but i, uh, play for the yankees now. that’s why i’m here. ” he wasn’t even sure how long he stood there practically gawking at her. his eyes carefully studying each line and curve on her face. beau’s heart constricted in his chest, like it was almost too painful to look at her. until he realized the elevator wasn’t moving, stopping his observation of her quickly. “ oh – ” clumsy hands fumbled with the box in his hands before pressing the button for the ninth floor, making note of the lit up button for a few floors above his.noted. “ do you, ” he swallowed, unsure if it was nerves or feeling parched, “ live here ? ” it was a casual question, no pressure ... definitely not trying to figure out if the stars were that wicked to him to get his hopes up for nothing. 

[apcthies]

THERE WAS SOMETHING TO BE SAID about how reality had a way of being so much harder to wrap your mind around than even your wildest fantasies ; how it managed to subvert your every expectation, proving that your imagination had a nasty habit of catastrophizing. for instance, mai had spent years considering every possible scenario for her hypothetical reunion with beau, almost all of them beginning and ending with him wanting nothing to do with her. sure, there’d been the odd happy ending she’d let herself hope for, that he’d forgiven her and she’d forgiven herself and they could be together without anything weighing them down, but she’d been quick to dismiss them as impossible. even now as he rambles and it’s so reminiscent of the man she’d fallen in love with so long ago, she can’t let go of the creeping feeling that it’s just the shock of seeing each other again, that he’ll remember his anger and dismiss her as she always dreaded imagined he would. it was a relief, though, that beau’s friend had so unceremoniously abandoned them, the silly interaction serving to slice through the tension in the air, allowing her to breathe properly again. eyes wide, she watched in confusion and surprise as the doors slid closed again, turning her gaze back to beau questioningly. babe ? oh, she thought, this must be what it feels like to have a knife lodged in your stomach. her fears shrank away at the endearing look of incredulity on beau’s face, conceding to eat away at her heart in silence as she offered a small smile at the situation they found themselves in. swallowing past the lump in her throat, her fingers gripped the hem of her shorts as she spoke, grounding her as she tried not to focus too hard on how terribly she wanted him to say her name again. “ i’m, um, on the eleventh floor , ” she replied, remembering belatedly that she hadn’t actually pressed the button to bring her there. her cheeks warmed as she quickly pressed a finger on the 11 button, the pale yellow light mocking her for her forgetfulness. “ what— ” cutting herself off, she cleared her throat and began again, her embarrassed flush spreading down to her neck. it was no wonder his friend(?) had left, considering how neither of them could get a sentence out without stumbling over their words. “ i-i mean, congratulations, ” she tried, eyes meeting his for a moment before she dropped her gaze again. “ .. — i think .. ? if that’s, um, something warranting congratulations .. a-and if it’s not, then i’m, um, sorry ? that california didn’t .. didn’t work out .. ” maybe she should stop while she was ahead. maybe she should just press her lips together and not say another word, lest she continue to put her foot in her mouth.. but the knife was twisting in her gut. babe, babe, babe. “ was, um, was that your .. boyfriend ? before ? he, um, seems nice.. ” she winces at her own awkwardness, taking in a deep breath in a vain attempt to steel herself for this conversation she definitely wishes she hadn’t started. “ being back must make it easier .. no, um, long distance, you know ? ”

[eautendres]

            now this was ODD. under normal circumstances, a trade was the most typical thing any professional athlete would ever experience. yet the reason for his own trade centered around something that never actually happened. beau was in wrong place at the wrong time. what was he meant to do ? not fight back ? although, he begrudgingly admits that it seemed fitting that his tenure in san francisco ended with him feeling dejected  – almost in the same way when he arrived here. could he compare the two situations ? definitely not. but to leave the city in the way that he did, with his tail tucked between his legs and head hung low ? no. he had a broken heart from a love that felt like it was one in a million. a love that felt like the universe aligned things perfectly just for these two to meet. the kind of love that was so true and real that it was written in the stars, one that would be able to stand the test of time. and now he was back in the city where their story began ... and ended.             there was something in the air. it felt electrifying even when he turned towards the truck. he couldn’t place why he felt that way. the familiarity of it all, but how ? what was making him feel this way ? and then it happened. he should’ve known why. silly silly beau, how could you have forgotten ?  it was the same feeling he’s felt everytime they were remotely near each other. it was her. mai, the woman that his heart has been holding a candle for as long as he can remember ( read as: five years ), was walking towards him. no, towards the apartment building that he was about to move into. it couldn’t be , right ? fate couldn’t have been this cruel to not only bring him back to this city, but to have him move into the same building ? maybe she was meeting up someone. someone platonic maybe ( because if he was being honest, the thought of her running up to an apartment of her lover made him physically sick ).             “ hold on ! keep the doors open ! ” beau yelled out to her, hoping that she heard him. he was quickly walking up to the elevators while looking behind him to see if anyone was keeping up. lo and behold, wes was following right behind him. there wasn’t enough time for him to tell them to get the next elevator up considering the doors were already closing. “ fuck, come on, wes. we’re going to miss this one, ” he chatised, willing his legs to get in just a few more strides to get to her. there she was. finally. how much time has passed since she walked away ? how many nights did he spend wishing that he would have stayed in the city to just get a chance to be near her ? and if he did sleep, how many dreams about her has he had ?             “ mai. ” her name coming off of his lips didn’t feel foreign. it was like his lips were always meant to utter her name. “ y-yeah, ” beau clears his throat ( poorly, by the way ), “ hi ... you, um, are you going up ? ” and in that moment, if it wasn’t clear from his head dipping in defeat, he felt like the lamest person alive. was that all he could say to her ? he knew he was going to hear all about this later on. not that he cared if his teammate witnessed this reunion. “ i ... if it isn't obvious, i’m moving in. the ninth floor, actually. and i don’t know if you know but i, uh, play for the yankees now. that’s why i’m here. ” he wasn’t even sure how long he stood there practically gawking at her. his eyes carefully studying each line and curve on her face. beau’s heart constricted in his chest, like it was almost too painful to look at her. until he realized the elevator wasn’t moving, stopping his observation of her quickly. “ oh – ” clumsy hands fumbled with the box in his hands before pressing the button for the ninth floor, making note of the lit up button for a few floors above his.noted. “ do you, ” he swallowed, unsure if it was nerves or feeling parched, “ live here ? ” it was a casual question, no pressure ... definitely not trying to figure out if the stars were that wicked to him to get his hopes up for nothing. 

[apcthies]

HE WASN’T SURE HOW HE’D KNOWN, call it intuition or some kind of fucked up sign from above, but he knew volunteering themself for beau’s move-in crew at the measly price of a single meal was going to be a mistake. if anyone was to ask wes — ( nobody ever did, but it never really stopped them from sharing his opinions anyways ) — why he felt the need to grumble and whine and pitch a fit over the simple task of carrying boxes from a cab to an apartment, they’d have the very valid reason of free labor is literally a crime. and while wes wasn’t typically one to shy away from less - than - legal activities, he reserved the right to pick and choose which ones he was interested in participating in ( and it wasn’t actually against the law to do a favor for a friend, despite wes’ insistence that it was ). his point, however, was wholly proven the moment they saw the dumbstruck look on beau’s face. now ..  to say that wes was against the concept of love in general would be a lie — it was more that he didn’t understand it. the second his friend saw the girl in the elevator, it was like the rest of the world ( wes included, annoyingly enough ) just poofed out of existence ; one second all is fine in the world and the next? tension.. and not the fun kind. the atmosphere in the elevator became awkward the second the doors slid closed, essentially trapping wes with two lovestricken fools and a cardboard box labeled ' silverware ' in beau’s messy scrawl. biting back a groan, wes leaned against the cool metal wall, eyes rolling to the ceiling in a vain plea for heavenly interference that would free them from this hell. he knew beau wasn’t the most suave or unknowable player on their team, but to hear him reduced to a stuttering, stumbling mess of a person had wes grimacing in sympathy. words seemed to gush out of their friend like he didn’t know how to stop them, unintentionally making the uncomfortable moment drag on longer than it might’ve had he replied with a simple ‘hi, long time no see.’ “ alright .. ”  wes interrupted, pressing their lips together and squeezing past the girl to the panel of buttons on the wall that they had only just thought to acknowledge. they were passing the fourth floor, so wes haphazardly knocked his knuckles into the 5 button, knowing he wouldn’t last another five floors in the sappy pressure cooker that was their swanky little elevator. “ as much fun as this has been, i’m getting the fuck out of here before the implosion. ” it was really only a matter of time before the waterworks began .. or they’d end up making out. whichever outcome, wes wasn’t interested in being a fly on the wall. visibly sighing in relief at the ding signaling their arrival at the fifth floor, they stepped quickly out of the elevator, gaze set on the stairwell. looking briefly over their shoulder at beau to get a last word in, he offered a wide, teasing grin at his friend, the doors closing as he said, “ good luck, babe! you owe me double! ”

[apcthies]

THE INFIRMARY, WHILE NOT ALWAYS THE CALMEST PLACE, was hector’s refuge. maybe it was the golden sunlight filtering through the warped glass windows or the smell of soft cotton and nectar wafting through the air … he wasn’t entirely sure what it was exactly about these four walls that made him feel just the slightest bit lighter, but he wasn't going to question it. his half-siblings often told him that he seemed like a different person when he was there, that he was maybe a little kinder, a little more at peace. they couldn’t know, of course, that he hadn’t had a single moment of peace in years, that the low set to his shoulders was not to be mistaken for contentment. it was just easier there; easier to lose himself in his work and to pretend like the rest of the world didn’t exist. such ease, however, was never a lasting feeling — it came on at its own slow pace, giving him a short but sweet opportunity to breathe properly, but it left in a rush, leaving his mind reeling and his hands trembling in its wake. he stood there, now, fingers wrapped in a vice grip around the cool glass neck of the bottle of nectar he’d just taken off the shelf, the golden liquid inside sloshing quietly as they trembled. he gazed hard into the middle distance, knowing better than to close his eyes lest the memories overwhelm him as they did when he tried to sleep. the silence in the room built and built in his ears, turning from a low hum to a roar, making his vision blur and his mind spin. the sound of the door opening startled him out of the panicked nosedive he’d been in, leading to him jolting from his spot and turning abruptly in the direction of the commotion. maybe his mom was right about fate and destiny and all that other bullshit, because what else would’ve brought paxton to him at the exact right moment he was needed? scowling to hide the absolute relief that flooded through his bloodstream, hector let his shoulders relax and his grip on the bottle loosen until he was no longer in danger of shattering it in his palm. his pulse still raced and his ears were still faintly ringing, but he could feel the cool balm of calm spreading down his spine at just paxton’s presence ( he’d long since gotten over the embarrassment of being so reliant on the other .. at least, he’d come to accept it. the last thing he’d be doing is telling paxton of his impact ). “ don’t even bother asking for more ambrosia — i’ve already given you enough that it’s a shock you’re not having halucinations, so i’m cutting you off. ” — ( @eautendres )

[pink-vacancy]

This is a sports blog now

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[apcthies]

MAI CONSIDERED HERSELF TO BE OBSERVANT. it was a matter of pride that she noticed the little things, that she remembered the little things. committing these tiny bits of information about people and her surroundings to memory made her feel a sense of accomplishment, especially when given the chance to prove her knowledge. her grandmother had an old oil painting of some peonies that mai’s grandfather had given her on one of their anniversaries before he passed, so mai made a point to bring a fresh bouquet every time she visited. her little sister had offhandedly commented that she’d never been to a sleepover before, so mai made a big deal out of throwing the best one she could ever ask for. so, it was beyond RARE that mai was so engrossed with her phone to notice the absolute situation she was about to walk headfirst into. if she’d been paying attention, she would’ve noticed the moving truck parked on the curb outside her building. if she’d been paying attention, she’d have recognized the familiar leather couch being team lifted through the lobby. if she’d been paying attention, she probably would have had the time to work out why the voice calling to hold the elevator sounded so familiar. of course, since she was much too focused on frowning at the series of excuses yume had sent as to why her latest report card had been less than impressive. she’d been gearing up for an over-the-phone lecture, brows knitted and scowl on her lips as she held the doors open. and it’s funny how in the movies they always talk about how time stops, that everything feels like it had suddenly come to a screeching halt, but mai could attest to it in that moment. she thought that maybe she’d even stopped breathing. five years was a long time. but as mai’s eyes met beau’s, five years was suddenly five minutes. he was so painfully the same as she remembered him; same unkempt hair that looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, same warmth following him wherever he went, same soft eyes ( now looking as if he’d seen a ghost .. and rightly so. she was sure her expression mirrored his ) .. it was all the same. the doors bumping into her arm as they tried in vain to close again startled her out of her blatant staring, dropping her eyes as he and someone else stepped inside, the doors sliding shut behind them. he’s here, he’s here, he’s here. her mind was positively reeling as tension thickened the air inside the elevator. steeling herself with a deep intake of breath, she raised her eyes back to meet his, grip on her phone tightening as her heart took off a mile a minute. “ h-hi, ” she said lamely, briefly closing her eyes as she swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat. her body was in complete turmoil — on the one hand, she was over the moon to see him again, absolutely fucking overjoyed to be in the same space after so long. on the other .. god, it hurt. she could swear that her poor heart was on the brink of breaking all over again just at the sight of him, so close and yet so completely out of her reach. and, again, suddenly …. five years felt like fifty. — ( @eautendres )

[maidavika]

maris racal, can't buy me love all access

[brandoblack]

i overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress

[wesandresons]

A love affair AU. Like every time she has a fight with her boyfriend, she goes to this other guy and they mess around, and maybe, secretly love each other. And just like, he’ll whisper things like “Want me to make you forget?” And just.

[rprespect-blog]

okay, but a plot where   muse a   &   muse b   are actors. they’ve been in shows together   &   after a while, they fell in   love  .  .  .   but it ended   horribly,   for whatever reason. but since they still move in the same circles, they both end up auditioning for the   same show  .  .  .   only to be casted as the   leading couple.   they had almost forgotten the taste of the other’s lips…

[mytholgy]

I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to sleep in crappy motels. I want to sing along to happy songs while driving. I want to watch the sun rise in a different city every morning. I want to take pictures of new places. I just want to go.

[vvosgess]

plots i need because i’m obsessed with romcoms

how to lose a guy in ten days: the bet, the article, both think they’re duping the other

before sunrise: strangers meet, they have a connection, but it has an expiration date

pretty woman: prostitute with a wealthy person– who doesn’t love cinderella?

you’ve got mail: PEN PALS ( you can add in the real life hate for angst )

notting hill: basically people with completely different lifestyles fight for love

groundhog day: ~you must relive the same day until ur good~

what happens in vegas: VEGAS WEDDING!!!! miserable aftermath

uptown girls: nanny falls in love with cynical musican

whats your number: obsessed with having a low sex count, they find their exes

maid in manhattan: MAID&SENATOR (he doesn’t have to be a gross republican tho)

my best friend’s wedding: friend breaks marriage pact and u realize u love them

forgetting sarah marshall: u & ur ex are at the same hotel

bridget jones diary: modern pride and prejudice

sweet home alabama: country gone couture realizes they still love their ex

a lot like love: we’ve met up every few years & i want to tell you i love you each time

10 things i hate about you: BETS!!!!! BETRAYAL!!!!! DYNAMIC PEOPLE!!!!

the proposal: who doesn’t love the fake affair stuff???

the wedding planner: we had a thing once and now i’m helping u with ur wedding

when harry met sally: can men and women be platonic friends?????

500 days of summer: ‘i don’t want a relationship….’ but we do couple things

jersey girl: your the girl i met after my wife died!!!

along came polly: my partner cheated our honeymoon and you helped me forget it

the wedding date: i’m single & sad so i’m bringing a prostitute to my sister’s wedding

the wedding singer: i’m heartbroken and sad and singing at your wedding

sleepless in seattle: i heard you on a radio talk show and i’m OBSESSED

moonstruck: desperate widow falls in love with her slapdash fiance’s brother

no strings attached: besties hookup with no emotions hahahhaha ya right bud

[sncwsfall-deactivated20200809]

‘i’m in the apartment across from you and we’ve been flirting casually for the past two months and who was that leaving your apartment? i’m actually really annoyed, what the fuck’ plot