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Private & Selective Multimuse. Trigger Heavy. Low Activity. Written by Sara.

[monsoonrps]

send me a ‘chopped’ basket full of character traits and i’ll create a character around them!

example: plays piano, college student, reality tv enthusiast, bisexual

[denoucments]

imprcsse‌:

Blaine can’t bring himself to look away or try to even wedge himself out of the small space between Neal and the wall. The flame in his chest tells him he shouldn’t, even if logically he knows he should. God, he really should but the way Neal is looking at him. Why does it make him want to stay more than anything else? “I–” He opens his mouth to speak, but only a sound comes out. He’s so confused. He feels like this is a position he should be in. It feels right for once in comparison to anything or anyone else. Blaine wants to say ‘I don’t know’, and there’s fear that captures his eyes, unsure and unsettled. Yet they yearn to know how it feels to have Neal’s fingers touch his neck and not his blazer, to know what his eyes look like when they pierce right through him. He almost needs it more than he wants. He has so many questions. Too many. “I have a feeling that’s not going to stop you,” he tests.

Neal stays close, watches as the emotions play out over his face. The blush, the way his breath hitches. The second of excitement before fear overtakes him. It’s... captivating in a way Neal isn’t quite used to. It’s not the first time he enjoys flustering someone but he’s well aware this is different. 

Blaine’s answer comes and Neal hums, squints at him. He’s sure he doesn’t want him to stop. But Neal is also proud and, despite all the bravado and charm, respectful. And in the event that Blaine actually wants him to stop, he would never want to shove over his boundaries. So he just tightens the hold he’s got on his lapel, leans in a little closer, gaze flickering from Blaine’s eyes to his mouth and back. “Tell me to stop if you want me to:” This time, it’s not a challenge. It’s an easy way out either way -- if he actually doesn’t want to, he has the chance now. And if he does, he has to do absolutely nothing and, for the time being, doesn’t need to make active decisions.

[denoucments]

imprcsse‌:

[ continued from here. @denoucments​ ]

Blaine’s blush deepens as Neal moves further into his personal space – not that there ever was anything called ‘personal space’ with the man. But Neal’s presence was commanding on it’s own; it was the kind to fill your senses and make your skin buzz with whatever he wanted you to feel. Not that Blaine would ever admit that it was a good thing, but it was attractive in some aspects.

In the general way of course. Attractive can be used as a general term. Blaine liked girls plain and simple. He doesn’t miss the way Neal’s eyes flicker to his lips, and something sparks in him like a match finally catching flame. It’s different than the way he feels about his girlfriend; it’s stronger and less like he’s skating through passion.

“D-Do we now, Mr. Caffrey,” he sputters. He curses himself for stuttering. Blaine does his best to straighten himself out, standing a little straighter and ignoring the redness on his cheeks. “Well, I’m sure a man like yourself is…. quite popular. I have a girlfriend myself.”   

He should stop. Neal is aware of that. Not only is this messy in a way Neal isn’t sure he still wants to deal with long term but also, he should be respectful. To Blaine’s girlfriend and the big fat lie in the room. But Neal Caffrey has never been one for doing what he should. No, usually, Neal does what he wants. Which, in this moment, is to step yet a little closer. Reaching out, his thumb and forefinger find the lapel of the blazer Blaine’s wearing, tugging on it slightly.

“Do you want me to let you go to your girlfriend?” he asks, still rubbing his thumb against the fabric of Blaine’s label. Waiting. Challenging. Never moving his gaze off his face.

[denoucments]

❝ I try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways. And every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. ❞ Indigo x Lincoln

The message popped up on his phone, causing a buzzing both against his palm and the inside of his ribcage. It was thrilling, meeting someone who understood him like this, whim he could share the thoughts and fears with that usually got written into a song and then tucked away under his bed, hidden beneath stacks of old school books and action figures. Even in a house as loud as his, he’d always felt lonely in a way he hadn’t been able to put his finger on. But now, suddenly, the world had opened up a little.

He raised his head, looked out over the street – the glow of neon signs below, quiet chatter at the corner, a bolero playing from an open window somewhere. He’d spent his entire life on this street and he knew, if he didn’t allow himself to change, if he kept trying to fit into the box laid out for him, he’d spent the rest of it here too.

So he breathes in the cool fall air, shifts slightly on the pillow he’s thrown out onto the fire escape to not freeze his ass off and presses his thumb against the screen of his phone.

“I wish people didn’t have such static views of others. We all change all the time, why does it have to be such a huge deal? It’s like there are twenty different versions of me out there in the world and I forget who knows which one.” A pause, Lincoln shivering from the cold. “I just want to be me.”

[denoucments]

❝ I like girls. ❞ / closeted

It was almost comical how entirely unconvincing this was. Between the high blush on his cheeks and the fact that he all but stumbled over those simple words, it was save to say that Blaine might have been even worse at lying than at being any version of straight. And maybe he should leave well enough alone, should back off and pretend to believe this lie.

But Neal had never been very good at stepping back at the right moment. So he stayed where he was, crowding his space just a bit too much. “Oh yeah?” he questioned, hands in the pockets of his slacks as a smirk stretched wide over his face. Eyes flickering towards Blaine’s lips briefly and exclusively for the reaction. “So do I. We have so much in common.”

[therpmemes]

                        submissive sentence starters

feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Yes, Sir/Miss/Daddy/Mommy/etc. ❞

❝ Please, Sir/Miss/Daddy/Mommy/etc. ❞

❝ Thank you, Sir/Miss/Daddy/Mommy/etc. ❞

❝ I’m sorry, Sir/Miss/Daddy/Mommy/etc. ❞

❝ Harder, please. ❞

❝ More, please. ❞

❝ Like this? ❞

❝ Can I sit on your lap? ❞

❝ I need a hug. ❞ 

❝ I need to be punished. ❞

❝ I don’t want to get punished. ❞

❝ I know I broke that rule, but – ❞

❝ Whatever. ❞

❝ Corner time is so boring. ❞

❝ I’ll behave, I promise. ❞

❝ I’ll be good. ❞

❝ I won’t do it again. ❞

❝ Here? But people can see. ❞

❝ Shh, they heard that! ❞

❝ Can’t we wait until we get home? ❞

❝ Harder, please. ❞

❝ I want to be good for you. ❞

❝ I’ve been a good boy/girl/etc. ❞

❝ Yellow. ❞

❝ Red/[Safeword]. ❞

❝ This is embarrassing. ❞

❝ Nooo, don’t look there. ❞

❝ Hurts. ❞

❝ Feels good. ❞

❝ I’m yours. ❞

❝ Can we use the [insert toy/implement here] today? ❞

❝ Nooo, not the paddle/hairbrush/belt/etc. ❞

❝ Ouch, ropeburn. ❞

❝ I don’t think I’ll be able to sit tomorrow. ❞

❝ Wait, wait – my nose itches and I can’t reach it. ❞

❝ That was great, thank you. ❞

❝ I want to get a snack but I don’t think I can move yet. ❞

[therpmemes]

                  love, simon  → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. features quotes from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda as well. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ I’m just like you. ❞

❝ I have one huge-ass secret. ❞

❝ Nobody knows I’m gay. ❞

❝ Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck on a ferris wheel. One minute I’m on top of the world, then the next I’m at rock-bottom. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about why I haven’t come out yet. ❞

❝ Who you are to the world is pretty terrifying because what if the world doesn’t like you?❞

❝ It doesn’t seem fair that only gay people have to come out. Why is straight the default?❞

❝ Sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside, there’s this invisible line that I have to cross to really be a part of everything and I just can’t ever cross it. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think I’m destined to care so much about one person it nearly kills me. ❞

❝ He’s wearing a woman’s sweater and he’s drunk. ❞

❝ When did you first realize? ❞

❝ I haven’t told anyone. Announcing who you are to the world is pretty terrifying. ❞ 

❝ I have something to tell you. I’m straight. ❞

❝ I like girls. ❞

❝ I’m heterosexual. ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. ❞

❝ I’m supposed to be the one that decides when and how and who knows, and how I get to say it, that’s supposed to be my thing! ❞

❝ I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. I deserve a great love story and I want someone to share it with. ❞

❝ Have you ever been in love? ❞

❝ These last years, it’s almost like I can feel you holding your breath. ❞

❝ Disclaimer, this is about to get romantic as F. ❞

❝ She’s cute, but she’s just not really my type. Not because she’s black. I love black women. Not like, you know, I have a thing for black women, I just, I just, I just love all women. ❞

❝ I might not know your name or what you look like, but I want to find you.❞

❝ I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. ❞

❝ White shouldn’t be the default any more than straight should be the default. There shouldn’t even be a default. ❞

❝ Sometimes it seems like everyone knows who I am except me ❞

❝ Straight people really should have to come out, and the more awkward it is, the better. Awkwardness should be a requirement. ❞

❝ I mean, I feel secure in my masculinity, too. Being secure in you masculinity isn’t the same as being straight. ❞

❝ I’m just so sick of straight people who can’t get their shit together. ❞

❝ I’m too busy trying not to be in love with someone who isn’t real. ❞

❝ Really, though, there are only two kinds of weather: hoodie weather and weather where you wear a hoodie anyway. ❞

❝ Did you just tell us you’re gay? ❞

❝ Nothing is worse than the secret humiliation of being insulted by proxy. ❞

❝ I fall a little bit in love with everyone. ❞

❝ People are shameless when it comes to cake. It’s a beautiful thing to see. ❞

❝ There’s something about you that makes me want to open up, and that’s slightly terrifying to me. ❞

❝ I knew you had a secret. ❞

❝ I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t wan to pry. Maybe I made a mistake. ❞

❝ You get to be more you than you have been in, in a very long time. You deserve everything you want. ❞

❝ I like no endings. I like things that don’t end. ❞

❝ You may actually be the only person who gets more than 140 characters from me. That’s kind of awesome, right? ❞

❝ I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not 100% committed to your Oreo diet. ❞

❝ I can’t imagine a scenario where I don’t want to kiss your face off as soon as I see you.❞

❝ I feel irrelevant. ❞

❝ They put me in a box, and every time I try to nudge the lid open, they slam it back down. It’s like nothing about me is allowed to change. ❞

❝ It’s really amazing, isn’t it? Someone can trigger your sexual identity crisis and not have a clue they’re doing it. ❞

❝ There’s no such thing as a good idea when you’re in seventh grade. ❞

❝ I feel like I’m supposed to make some comment to underscore the ridiculousness of it all, but honestly? It’s sort of nice not to have to be cynical for a change. ❞

❝ I try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways. And every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. ❞ 

❝ You make everything a big deal. ❞

[denoucments]

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞ - kat to gabriel

His hands were balled into fists at his sides where Gabriel paced the floor in front of the TV. The overly concerned reporter waved over yet another equally troubled citizen to discuss the dismay their town had fallen into with all of these strides towards the notion of equality. 

Fingernails dug into his palms. People were dead. People were fucking dead and these assholes were discussing whether or not the right to vote really was a right. Gabriel wanted to punch something. Someone. This was a fucking nightmare and try as he might, waking up was apparently no option. So instead he was stuck perpetually working through this loop, watching the world rip at the seams more and more, knowing he’d never get anywhere. Always the assistant, never anything more. Fucking ridiculous.

“We’re already there,” he got out between gritted teeth, grabbing the jacket he’d abandoned on her bed earlier and all but punching his arms into the sleeves. “I need air.”

[denoucments]

❝ For the record, this is self-destructive. ❞ (gabriel/link)

Gabriel avoids his gaze as he busies himself cleaning away any evidence of what Link had walked in on. Not that it was a surprise anymore, but apparently Link had opinions about it and frankly, Gabriel wasn’t in the mood to go over them again so out of sight out of mind was what he was going for. Maybe he’d be lucky enough for it to actually work. 

Once everything had been tucked away neatly he shrugged a shoulder, rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “So is drinking. Doesn’t mean people don’t do it anyway.”

[denoucments]

❝ I think maybe you’re obsessing over things you can control, hoping to control your feelings for… ❞ ( bobbi x neal )

It was only towards the end of Bobbi’s suggestion that Neal tore his eyes away from the blueprint he’d spread out on the table in front of him. Was this really the time and place to be discussing – whatever Bobbi was getting at? Eyes lingered on her for a second before they returned to the task at hand, trying to find where he’d left of figuring out their best escape plan. 

“As much as I’m enjoying your detour into armchair psychology, perhaps you could postpone it until we’ve figured this plan out? Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

[tatershark]

look i'm not saying i'd go out of my way to fuck a mothman or a nosferatu or anything like that. i'm not out here actively attempting to beat yeti cheeks. but all i'm saying is, if the opportunity presented itself to you to fuck a cryptid, can you hand-on-heart, honest-to-god say you'd not do it? could you live with yourself knowing you had the opportunity to smash swamp-thing's bussy, something nobody else in recorded history has ever done, and you just let it pass you by? think about it.

[therpmemes]

         36 questions (a podcast musical) → lyrics starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ You share a lot in common with my husband. ❞

❝ I feel like I know you, like we’ve met before. ❞

❝ I know you’re there. I know you’re listening. ❞

❝ You deserve to get to know the person you’re trying your damnedest to let go. ❞

❝ You have a thousand reasons not to trust whoever I am. ❞

❝ For whatever it’s worth, I also have no clue as to who I actually am. ❞

❝ I won’t leave ‘til you open up the door. ❞

❝ There are mosquitoes everywhere. I think they’re eating me alive. ❞

❝ I came out here for one thing and that little bitty one thing was to forget about you. ❞

❝ I guess I’ve learned something: that there’s never really one thing, 'cause pretty quickly one thing evolves into two, or three, or more . ❞

❝ There it is, black mold. Killing us slowly each night. ❞

❝ Sometimes to solve a problem you follow it back to the start. ❞

❝ Apparently, cement can get old?! ❞

❝ In trying to fix one thing, I made everything worse. ❞

❝ I think maybe you’re obsessing over things you can control, hoping to control your feelings for… ❞

❝ Just… just… just stop moving towards me. Just stay on your side of the room. ❞

❝ After tonight, you’ll never hear from me again. If that’s what you want. ❞

❝ We’ll do this one thing. It could be the last thing. ❞

❝ There is something to the ritual of setting some old shit on fire… ❞

❝ All I want right now is the same thing I wanted two weeks ago. The truth. Why did you lie to me? ❞

❝ The person who I was on the day you and I met was deeply ashamed of who she had become. So deeply ashamed of what she’d done. ❞

❝ I don’t expect for you to understand perfectly. ❞

❝ Given the choice of anyone in the world the only person I’d want over for dinner is you. ❞

❝ Who are you? And why were you living a lie? ❞

❝ To live in a lie for so long, to string your husband along. How in the hell could you think that was okay? ❞

❝ In a world full of people who all haven’t hurt me the way that you hurt me, the only person I’d want over for dinner is you. ❞

❝ For the record, this is self-destructive. ❞

❝ This is self-destructive, I’m aware of that. ❞

❝ I’ve been picturing her body draped over the sofa wearing nothing but her hat. ❞

❝ Of course I have sympathy for the pathological liar who did this to me. ❞ 

❝ I admit I wish I could touch her. ❞ 

❝ I can’t imagine all the horrible stuff you’ve heard about me. Well, it’s all true. ❞ 

❝ I did not expect this. I really thought that it would be a harder sell. ❞ 

❝ I guess I’m still afraid that I might lie. ❞ 

❝ Of I was given the choice of telling him the truth or sticking knives into my eyes, I’d pick the knives. ❞ 

❝ If he didn’t love me anymore then why the hell did he open the front door? ❞ 

❝ There’s a good chance that this wine is terrible. ❞ 

❝ My whole life was a lie. ❞ 

❝ Would you like to be famous? In what way? ❞ 

❝ Here’s 36 reasons why you and I cannot be healthy for each other. ❞ 

❝ When I was with you I could be myself. ❞ 

❝ When I was with you I didn’t feel lost, confused or frightened or scared to be who I am. ❞        

❝ We both are not totally straight. ❞

❝ When I was with you I was real. ❞

❝ You said that tomorrow could be the perfect day if we let it be. ❞

❝ When was the last time you sang to yourself? To someone else? ❞

❝ If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want? ❞

❝ Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die? ❞

❝ I’m only afraid of dying alone. ❞

❝ Name 3 things you and your partner appear to have in common. ❞

❝ We both become monsters when we lose. ❞

❝ We both check Twitter for our news. ❞

❝ We both recycle purely out of guilt. ❞

❝ I tried so hard to separate who you are from who you were. ❞

❝ It’s our word against his. ❞

❝ I hid screw-ups from my father, made up school awards to please my mom. ❞

❝ I was told to keep their secrets and in turn they’d keep mine. ❞

❝ Three times I nearly wrecked my life. ❞

❝ Somebody was paid to make it go away. ❞

❝ An inconvenient truth can be easily erased. ❞

❝ I developed some fun habits. Put my white blood cells to work. ❞

❝ To level out, I’d popped some downers. ❞

❝ I suddenly became aware I couldn’t keep my head above water. ❞

❝ I saw my parents hearing the news: “Your only daughter drowned today”. I thought about what they might say. ❞

❝ She’s always been so goddamned independent. The years go by and now we barely see her. ❞

❝ We loved her so much she felt like our child. ❞

❝ Can I pet your dog? ❞

❝ This isn’t my dog, actually. It’s my friend’s dog, Sheila. I’m taking care of her while he’s away. She’s on a lot of medication. ❞

❝ It felt like my life, but a better version. ❞ 

❝ With you in my life, I was a better person. ❞ 

❝ For the first time I was in love. ❞ 

❝ I loved who I was with you. ❞ 

❝ My parents finally tracked me down after years of jumping from town to town. ❞ 

❝ They say before you die, your whole life flashes before your very eyes. Well, it didn’t the first time. ❞ 

❝ I tried to cling to the life I’d made together with you. ❞ 

❝ I wanted to keep my life, but the better version. ❞ 

❝ I memorized your voice and how you say goodbye. But you never said goodbye. ❞ 

❝ I have to leave you behind. I know that sounds harsh but that’s the reality. ❞

❝ I wanted to let you in, swallow your pain, because that’s what I always do. ❞ 

❝ Unlike you I keep my word. ❞ 

❝ You like to live your life blurring the lines, bending the rules to make yourself look better. ❞

❝ I’d give anything to wake up with you next to me. ❞

❝ Why do I always give in? That is on me to change. ❞

❝ I can’t do this to myself again. I deserve someone who accepts reality. ❞

❝ I can’t imagine rebuilding my life with you – constantly on the edge of what I know is true. And you would string me along like you always do, knowing I will never let go. ❞

❝ No one wants to let go. ❞

❝ Only you can be the one to say “I’m done” and walk away. ❞

❝ I’m leaving now. I’m putting one foot in front of the other now. ❞

❝ I deserve to let you go and build a better version on my own. ❞

❝ I feel better already or at least a bit lighter, just by deciding I left you behind. ❞

❝ There’s room in my head now that getting you back isn’t taking up every inch of my mind. ❞

❝ It’s strange to imagine my everyday without you. ❞

❝ If you’re listening, I love you. I think I always will. ❞

❝ I thought it was over, thought I was moving forward. ❞

❝ I heard you cry. ❞

❝ I was a coward and I ran away again, that wasn’t right. ❞

❝ I can’t afford to be a coward anymore. ❞

❝ Another part of adulting is admitting when you’re wrong. ❞

❝ For ___ years/months/weeks I tried to tell myself stay strong as the guilty of what I’d done destroyed my mental health. ❞

❝ You were right to give me distance. ❞

❝ I don’t expect a response from you. In fact, it’s probably best you don’t. ❞

❝ I’m not looking for forgiveness. ❞

❝ I’m only giving you what you are owed. ❞

❝ All that’s left now is to hit “send” and the weight of the choice will be gone. ❞

❝ Is it weird that I am writing my ex-wife out of the blue? ❞

❝ This love affair ends with a 3-page PDF in 2017. How absurd . ❞

❝ Here’s to never looking back. ❞

❝ Okay, it’s over… Oh my God, it’s really over . ❞

❝ The truth is hard to explain. ❞

❝ The truth can shift and change. ❞

❝ The truth is all about you and your honest point of view. ❞

❝ What’s true for you doesn’t have to be true forever. ❞

❝ Sometimes the truth isn’t always for the better. ❞

❝ The truth is, the truth doesn’t exist in black and white. And sometimes two sides can both be right. ❞

❝ The truth is that you will never really know the truth. ❞ 

[denoucments]

The only indication that Sean was considering her words were a slight raise of his brows as he listened to her utter the same swear-word an astounding amount of times. He didn’t take it to heart, didn’t consider it an insult so much as a tantrum. He’d heard worse and if this was enough to truly upset him, he would have clearly made a terrible career choice. So when he spoke, his voice remained even and his demeanor calm. “Listen, I’m hardly holding you captive,” he pointed out, shrugging. There was a brief pause, gaze still locked on Baby as Sean nodded his head towards the entryway. “If you want to leave, nothing is holding you back. The door’s open.” / @ofgraveycrds / cont.

[denoucments]

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞ - Amira/Val

The world is a little fuzzy around the corners and her head still pounds and that’s how Val knows she really overdid it this time. It takes a lot to get her to this point. To make her feel drunk. To actually feel the effects of alcohol as anything other than normal. Usually, it’s more likely lack of alcohol will affect her than the opposite. So maybe this should be a sign to stop.

She sips at her glass anyway, shoots Amira a sideway glance. “I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she bites back, voice more snippy than even she usually is. “So unless you have anything else to share, maybe you can take your love somewhere else.”

[denoucments]

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞- Vani to Mike

He was going to throw up. Or fall over. Maybe he was going to fall over first and then throw up. Regardless, this was bad. Dying sounded almost like sweet relief right now and when Vani all but exploded into excitement beside him, he did his best not to flinch because that felt like the bit of chore movement that may tip his stomach over the edge. 

But he was a man and so he wasn’t going to show any of that.

“That was – yeah. That was awesome. Totally.” He offered his best campaign winning smile and a thumb-up for good measure before he cleared his throat and gestured vaguely off to the side. In the background, the swish of a cart going by and the fading in and out of people screaming almost made his vision blur. “I’m just – you know. I’m gonna go sit down and reflect on just how awesome that was so I can fully put it into words while you ride again.”

[denoucments]

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞ - Peyton x Sean

He didn’t take it personally. If he took every insult he got hurled at him in his job to heart, he’d definitely be in the wrong profession. But that didn’t mean he had to like it and the expression on his face made it very obvious he wasn’t thrilled. It wasn’t like this was his fault – one of them had misbehaved and it hadn’t been him. “I don’t think insulting an officer is going to improve your situation, Ma’am,” he pointed out, thumbs hooked into his belt. “I’m going to give you the chance to comply with the issued punishment and come with us voluntarily again. If you refuse, we will move you into the car by force.” @ofgraveycrds

[denoucments]

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞ cole to val

A biting remark was at the tip of her tongue. You sound like you escaped from a John Green novel. But in a rare moment of self-control, she stopped herself before the words could leave her mouth. While they usually could uphold a lengthy conversation consisting only of vaguely insulting comments back and forth, there was a line. A line Cole had drawn in the sand when he’d taken things from their usual habit of bickering towards something more genuine. Much like Val, Cole also hid those aspects of himself under fifty layers of sarcasm and eye-rolls and much like Val, ridiculing him when some of those layers were peeled away would lead to disaster. The kind of disaster Val wasn’t sure she could fix again.

So she remained silent as she turned her head to look over at him where he lounged on the couch beside her, gaze stubbornly on the movie that had brought this revelation on. “Yeah,” she agreed, shifting to sit up properly and thread her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. “I guess some people don’t totally suck.”