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balthazar kaiser, nineteen. youtuber."there's this thing, y'know--some people have it, and some people don't. you can tell by just one little look. and he--well, he has it."

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bbymirana:

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of my love life or if you’re calling me fat, but either way, rude.”

“oh hush, you know i’d never say either of those things. just--funny.”

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ffsazariah:

“Of course! And I’ll finally get to grill you about what your intentions are with my best friend.” She paused. “—That was a joke.”

“wait--” he waited until she spoke again, letting out a small breath of relief. “oh--got it, thank god. scared me for a second there.”

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bbymirana:

“I know my life is sad. Don’t laugh at me.” 

“it’s just really funny.”

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“Really? Sure, we can make Lance jealous.”

“’course, it’ll be fun! making Lance jealous will be a bonus.”

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qtsasha:

“Awe! I mean– wait, I sounded rude at first, I’m so sorry. But I’m just surprised to hear that from– you know what? Nevermind. I was stereotyping and that was extremely mean. What’s your favorite part of it?”

“i’m confused. what do you mean? i think it’s when she finally gets away from her parents, and her stupid teacher--i like it, ‘cause she got out of two abusive situations and was still happy through it all. cool for a like, nine year old.”

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qtsasha:

“That’s… I’m… why?”

“i love that book. and movie.”

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ffsazariah:

“Sorry. I just thought learning how to fight would be cool.”

“d’you really want to learn? i’ll do it with ya if you want to.”

[balthzr-blog]

“i have officially read matilda thirty-three times in my lifetime as of today. life is good.”

[lancesux]

“I break hearts, I step on ants. I’m a badass, what can I say?”

[balthzr-blog]

“actually you’re a dork. sorry to break it to ya.”

[ffsazariah-deactivated20180520]

“—Just hear me out, okay? You, me and a self defense class. Look, I just wanna feel like a badass, okay? Actually, I just want an excuse to punch something. But if you hate it, I promise I’ll buy you drinks afterwards. As many as I can get with this fake ID and my seasoned flirting skills.”

[balthzr-blog]

"i--what? slower, azariah, speak slower. you're rambling."

[bbymirana]

“Okay, I know I should probably watch what I eat because I have a dance competition coming up, but, honestly, my relationship with food is the only serious commitment I have got going on right now.”

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balthazar kaiser @ the 7th annual ellis ball .

[regencyclara]

whatever you do don’t imagine one half of your otp reading while the other one dozes on their shoulder all tangled up in the bedsheets don’t do it please

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Lance breaks out into a full grin, making no attempts to hide his joy. “Awesome,” Lance says, and it’s probably the lamest thing he could have said in that moment but he didn’t mind. He was still scared, of course, but for the time being he could push all of that back and deal with it at another time. A date, he was going on a date. Not just dinner that would end in a night of fun, not partying, but an actual date. “There’s this restaurant, nothing too fancy, but they have really good breadsticks…” Lance trailed off.

Balthazar can't help but let out a laugh at Lance's simple word, the way way the other says it simply too adorable to him for his mind to handle, he thinks. The blond fakes pondering it over for a moment or two, plastering a thoughtful look on his face and tapping his chin before nodding. "Hmmm--Lance and good breadsticks? Couldn't imagine a better date." He's grinning from ear to ear now, fairly certain nothing could dull his mood at this moment."

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Lance shakes his head with a soft laugh, a smile of adoration taking over his face. “I asked you first,” he bites down on his lip, letting out a breath. He knows what he wants, but how is he supposed to say it? And what if it’s not what Balthazar wants? Or worse, what if it is, and then everything goes wrong? “I want…” Lance hesitates, “How would you feel about… going on a date… with me?”

The smile of adoration made Balthazar's heart melt, the same on his own lips. "First worst, second best, remember?" He gave a small wink, another giggle escaping his mouth. He felt at ease with Lance, and though he was scared of everything going wrong between them, he pushed it back. Because he was certain of this, he was. "I think I'd love that, a--actually." He tried not to stammer and let his giddiness get the best of him.

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“So,” Lance breathes, eyes searching Balthazar’s. “What does this mean?” All it took was some liquid courage to stop them from tiptoeing around their feelings for each other, but where did that leave them? Lance liked Balthazar, more than he’d ever liked anyone probably. He wasn’t supposed to like the other male. He’d always told himself not to get too serious about someone, that he’d end up hurting them or they’d end up hurting him and either way it went it’d just end in pain and he’d had enough of that already.

"I--" He hesitates, taking in a breath before speaking. He's timid, he's shy, he's cautious--Lance knows that, right? Everyone does. It's what he thinks, at least. He wants more, he knows he does, but he's near terrified of getting hurt. Balthazar knows he can't live like that, though. So he won't. "Well--what do you want it to mean?" Cliche, Balth, so cliche.

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“So you would then?” Lance asks, “Kiss me sober?” He moves closer to the other male, their faces inches apart. His heart’s beating fast, and he’s far more nervous than he usually is but he’s still Lance, and he refuses to waste yet another opportunity with Balthazar. He always told himself he wouldn’t let fear stand in the way of what he wants, so why should it be any different now? Their faces are inches apart, and Lance can feel Balthazar’s breath against his as he hovers over his lips. He smiles softly before closing the gap, and it’s a short kiss, just enough to get some point across, and when he pulls away he’s got a full on grin and his chest is fluttering in all the right ways and he whispers, “I could get used to that.”

"Of course I would," Balthazar nods, voice soft and quiet albeit still rough from sleep, "I always would." He finishes, and his breath hitches when he feels how close Lance is. His eyes flick down to the other boy's lips, and somehow he's never felt so certain about anything in his life than he is in this moment, and he isn't even quite sure what he's certain about. He presses lips to Lance's gently, his whisper making him giggle, "Me too."