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elliot

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velociity

movement; it needed to happen. she wasn’t helping the distraction and neither was he. eve wasn’t all too sure she was bothered by that, but she also had to get through looking over his truck to see if she could figure out the problem he was having with it, likely more than one problem. she didn’t expect it to be an easy or a quick, or even a cheap, fix. this heap of rust needed to be turned into a lawn ornament for the scrap yard; but she’d already pointed that out to him. no sense in rubbing truth salt in the denial wound. back to what was distracting her, she now had images in her head that hadn’t even happened, she had the hood of this truck in her mind, she had the bench of the seat in his truck in mind, and that one was hard considering she was half sitting on that and shoving the key into the ignition to try turning it over. the sound it made…had her nose scrunching up. it was like someone put gravel in a blender, spun it, and then pulled the lid off and aimed the flying rock into a tin can with a cat in it that was drowning? her boot pulled off the brake and the clutch and she turned the key back to cut off that sound. “definitely won’t, el.” she tells him, not like he couldn’t clearly hear that.

he stood there watching her, like some idiot with his mouth wide open catching flies. his mouth wasn’t wide open though, he was just staring at her, eyes travelling up her body, a body he never had his eyes lingering on. it was getting really hot out here and he knew it wasn’t the sun that was making him hot. he heard the sound that the truck was giving her, an he knew, he’d have to spend money on something a little better.”guess it’s time to say goodbye to the old guy.” he says with a heavy breath. he wasn’t going to have eve waste her time on something that had no life to it anymore. what was the point? he was smiling though, watching the light breeze hit her hair, and without thinking a hand goes to move that strand of hair from her face, dropping down to her arm before he’s moving it away altogether.”want to head inside chill with some netflix?” he asks her, hoping she’d want to, he wanted to get out of the sun, he just.. images of them on the couch popped into his head and he takes a large gulp of his beer, though he knew it wouldn’t get him drunk, elliot could hold his liquor after all.

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velociity

movement made it easier for eve to focus her thoughts through what she had said, through the line she’d inadvertently stepped over. each passing moment made it a little easier, not to forget it but to accept that something, however slight it was, had changed. after that it was weird, because eve was an adult and so was elliot, they had been for awhile, but they’d been friends since they were little and some parts of eve still saw him as the big kid she could keep up with, just like he probably still saw her without realizing it as the little girl who could keep up. that had changed just enough to make the back of her neck hot and her stomach tense a little with a newness, that was very slight, but very there. “i’ll look, you just get the beer yeah? we’ll figure out food after.” eve nodded and glanced to elliot’s old truck. she was paused as she moved from her own to walk closer to it, by elliot’s words. she knew exactly what he was talking about because she could feel the heat across her stomach and up her back but she turned and arched brow as she continued to his truck in a backwards pace. “i’m too hot for the ac to help.” she ran her eyes over him, a gleam in her eyes before she was turning back to his truck and checking the driver’s side for the keys that she knew were either stashed in the cup holder or above the visor. it was the latter and eve caught them as they fell into her hand, resting half-sitting on the seat and one boot planted on the ground to fire up the engine. 

elliot’s movements were precise, each step being taken, followed by others. his mind trying to focus on that, but he couldn’t help but think of what had happened in the truck, the line they both had crossed. it made his shirt stick to his skin as he walked inside to get the beer like eve had asked, knowing it would probably be a good idea to get the food later, considering how long it would take her to get the truck looked at. though he knew eve was very good at this type of thing, probably wouldn’t take her long at all, but it was old, like everything else he seemed to have owned.”food is a good source of thinking.” he says with a chuckle as he came back out to hand her, her beer that he had opened for her, before he’s leaning against the truck, hoping the cool breeze would help him with this sticky feeling under his skin. it did not. his tongue licks at his lip at her next words, before he’s taking a long sip of his beer. he could remember the little girl who could stand up for herself more so than anyone else. he watched her grow into a strong independent woman, a woman he didn’t even think much of just as a friend, but something was stirring inside of his stomach.”that you are.” he says, his eyes looking her over, before he’s looking down at his feet, feeling heat growing more on his cheeks.”um..i don’t know if it’ll start.”

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velociity

her elbow found the edge of her window as she drove down elliot’s road, resting her forehead into her palm like she could subtly keep her curls back from a flush of her skin. she was very aware of what she’d said because she could feel it, more aware of how aware she was of it and how she wasn’t easily brushing it off. getting out of town felt good the moment they were immersed in trees, even better when they neared his place enough for her to slow down and pull her forehead out of her hand, pulling a handful of her curls over one shoulder and getting the strands off of her neck. “we’ll find something to watch if we even get that far.” she says, suddenly feeling the need to correct a little. “i mean if your truck doesn’t take a million years, which it will, which i’m not willing to give it.” she adds, pulling up to a stop in front of his place and putting her truck in park before killing the engine. eve threw her door open because it was suddenly hot inside and yet the air outside didn’t do much to cool her down. beer would help that, at least she hoped, but her eyes went to him too as she walked around to the front of the truck and leaned her hip into the grill. “beer first or later?”

she wasn’t helping matters, and he didn’t think she knew what she was doing. but he did his best to keep his eyes on the road, every now and again looking out his window, to occupy his mind. he didn’t think they’d end up here, in a territory they were not used to. they knew each other since they were small, and elliot never thought about her like that, but now that they’d crossed that line, he couldn’t help but see her differently. she was gorgeous, inside and out, intelligent, elegant in many ways. the truck stopped, and he subtly tried to get out, tripping out would be how he did it, before he’s closing the door and rolling his eyes at her.”just take a look, yeah? and if it looks like nothing can be done, then don’t waste your time on it, eve. we’ll go inside, and watch netflix. i can cook you something for dinner if you want to stay?” he asks her, before he’s nodding his head, walking past her, but not before bumping his hip into hers as he moves.”beer first. seems like your ac in the truck could do with a little work.” he says smiling at her as he does, because it wasn’t the ac that had the problem.

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velociity

“yeah well, gravity and you’re trying to defy it.” she tells him, not missing the way a new line had been not only drawn but stepped over in an instant. eve hadn’t even thought to monitor what she’d said to elliot and it didn’t seem he had even thought to monitor what he said back. it had her stomach tensing and her hand flexing a slightly tighter grip on the steering wheel, giving him a sure nod of her head because she was, in fact, driving well, per usual and asfuckingalways. “it’s going to be likely that you run out if i’m looking at your truck and your scooter, el.” she chuckles, running her tongue in habit over her lower lip as she made a turn off of the main road and took to the lane that cut more into the woods from the avenir. eve glanced over at him and nodded; they could find something to watch if they got to watch anything, depending on what she could actually manage to do for his rusty old lawn decoration. “m’not opposed to vegging out on beer and netflix so we’ll find something.”

“i am merely trying to walk. how is that defying it?” he asks shaking his head lightly. he knew he overstepped, and it wasn’t something he thought of doing, it was just a slip of the tongue. though he didn’t want it to put an awkwardness between them, but thankfully it didn’t, but it did however make him think on it, made his heart flutter on it’s own accord.”i stocked up. there is some in the fridge in the house and some in the garage. i think we’re handled.” he says with a small smile, before he’s nodding his head, watching her tongue dart out to lick her lips like always, but for some reason he was seeing it differently, and he didn’t know why. best not to dwell on it, and so he moved his eyes to the front, hearing her words.”not like we don’t have movies and tv shows on our playlist we haven’t started yet.” he muses smiling softly his body relaxing more as they got out of the small town and into the woods, where he felt more at home.

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velociity

“you? clumsy? never.” eve mutters, before lulling her head to look over at elliot with a sigh of defeat because she needed to let off him a little. “you can’t help it. when you’re way up there you can’t see everything way down here.” she shrugs, shifting the truck to pull out of the alley and out onto the street in the direction of elliot’s place. “i’m gonna pretend the topic is now ‘going down in your plane’ when it crashes and burns, because i’m driving, for right now.” eve says, her tongue rolling over the inside of her cheek. maybe it wasn’t the first time they’d razzed each other by any means, but in a sexual context it had to be up there with one of the first times. his words though that came right after really shot her own deflection to shit and she sunk back more in her seat, opting to focus on driving and not anything past that, at the moment. “well, then i guess you’re not going down in that.” she mutters, more to herself than anything else. eve nodded right after. “better never run out of beer.” she says. “what shows?”

“sometimes my legs just do their own thing and i can’t control them.” he says with a light chuckle, before he’s raising his eyebrows at her. he realized there was a line he had obviously overstepped one he didn’t really plan on overstepping, it was just too good to actually let slide, but he nods his head, at her words, before he replies, and then he’s chuckling once more at her.”and you’re driving rather great, so we won’t let you lose focus.” he says nodding his head, before he’s turning more toward her now.”me run out of beer? i have you as a friend, and i happen to like my beer very much. the high possibility of me running out of beer is very slim. i’d probably die first before running out of beer.” he tells her, before he’s shrugging his shoulders. there were a lot of shows they had been watching, things they were rewatching or trying to catch up on.”whatever you’re in the mood for honestly. we have a lot of stuff we could just sit down and watch.” he replies with a nod of his head, a hand going to scratch at his head lightly.

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piipes

“us?” why did he say ‘us’ like he was lumping himself ‘with’ her on anything or by any measure? “i’m 5′4, what the hell is your excuse? you’re a giant.” she manages, brows knit and eyes completely distrusting. “someone mug you? not to point out the obvious here but that’s probably doubtful.” she wasn’t comfortable and when she wasn’t comfortable she was closing in on herself and backing herself up mentally. “shouldn’t follow people so closely. you’re lucky you didn’t get maced.” if that wasn’t the truth…”or worse.” or kicked in the balls, that was probably the ‘worse’. 

“um yeah. i uh, thought the way you were walking really fast, that someone was behind me...thought um, they were going to uh, take me out.” he says a little nervously because it must of sounded ridiculous to her but to elliot well. it was the truth.”just because i’m tall doesn’t mean i can’t be taken down. i’m not exactly one for violence.” he tells her, not advancing on her or anything, he could tell that she wasn’t comfortable, and a hand goes to the back of his neck to scratch at it.”i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.” he tells her honestly, before he’s nodding his head.”yeah, i wouldn’t really blame you for that.” he says a deep breath being given.”i mean, i can still get mugged you know? people do have weapons on them for that type of thing.”

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velociity

“you blamed my bike for being there, you’re the one who…” she had to cut herself off, she’d get angry and instead she grumbled and started her truck, the roar of the engine shaking the warehouse before she was pulling out once he was inside. eve had to stop just outside and climb out to slide the heavy metal door closed but once she was behind the wheel she was looking at him. “not good at going down then?” she quips, smiling proudly and putting the truck in drive to make there way off the alley and to the main street. “uh…we can stop and grab something or just use your phone and order something out to your place, since we’ll probably be there for awhile between the truck that goes down and the scooter that goes up.” she says. “plus it gives me time to look at things before food arrives and it won’t get cold waiting on me while i look at things.”

“sorry. it was just me being clumsy.” he says, because it was the truth. he had stumbled onto her bike, and he realized joking about her bike, wasn’t a oke to eve. she loved that bike. he could only blush at her words, before he’s rolling his head to look at her.”i’m very good at going down. we can test it out if you want.” he says back to her, before nodding his head about the food, texting in their order for chinese, because elliot really loved chinese and he knew eve did too.”don’t forget the plane that doesn’t fly.” though there was probably no way she was going to touch that.”i have beer too if you need one.” he tells her, his eyes looking to the front and then looking to eve.”it shows a lot when you haven’t scraped my metal.” he says with a polite smile.

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piipes

when the man’s steps that had been matching her own picked up faster behind her, she tried walking faster down the alley, her wide blue eyes watching her steps and her heart beating faster. he’d been keeping up with her stride and now he closed in on her quickly, even caught up with her and sent piper flinging herself back and away from him. what the hell was he doing? what was he playing at? “what the hell do you want?” she snaps, swallowing weakly and clutching the strap of her bag to her shoulder. there was no one following her but this giant and she was pretty sure no one was following him unless he was following himself, him, the only person matching her steps, walking faster when she walked faster. she was about to kick him in the nuts but she wasn’t willing to get that close to him.

he kept up with her, until she stopped walking, and backed away from him, and he slowly put his arms up when she snapped at him.”i-i don’t want anything ma’am. i just...i thought someone was following us.” he tells her, concern flooding his eyes”are you alright? did someone..did someone try something?” was he too late to protect her? dammit elliot shouldn’t be focusing on bolts.”i’m sorry if i scared you, not my intentions. thought someone was going to mug me.”

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velociity

“i know.” she smiled lightly, a smile that really stayed in her eyes around elliot for the most part, even when anger was coming out of her mouth. a brow arched skeptically at him. “elliot when you’re the moving object it’s not the bike’s fault when you run into it. you’re the one moving.” she points out, shaking her head lightly. “oh, take the scooter. i’d pay to see you on the scooter going downhill just..bzzzzzzzzzzzznerooom.” she glanced to the bike and the panel she’d installed on the side. “yup, if you don’t have the pass you can’t have the fun.” she says simply, pressing her fingerprint to the scanner and getting nothing. “no fun for me either apparently. must be because you’re here. let’s go.” she reached to pat his shoulder and then she was grabbing onto the handle of the heavy metal door and sliding it back to open it up enough for the raptor where it was parked inside. once it was open she moved to the truck. doors unlocked already she was climbing in behind the wheel and starting it up with a roar through the warehouse space, waiting for elliot to climb in. 

“i didn’t run into it.” he points out shaking his head.”i tripped onto it. there is a slight difference here, eve.” he says, before he’s squinting his eyes at her.”i can’t tell if you’re making fun of my scooter. but that doesn’t go downhill. front locks up. but it’s fine going up hill.” he says, though it wasn’t really that bad, it just didn’t go properly. because elliot had yet to fix the motor.”looks like you’re out of luck, eve.” he says smiling at her, before he’s moving with her after she had pat his shoulder, and he hip bumps her, before he’s hopping into the truck.”where do you want to get food from?” he asks, winding down his window to rest his arm out of it.

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velociity

“been hanging out with you.” eve quips, glancing to elliot with a proud eyes even though she knew he wasn’t that much older than her at all. six years was nothing, at least it wasn’t anymore. it hadn’t slowed down the six year old girl from keeping up with the bigger kids growing up and as far as eve clearly remembered, elliot had always been around with her here. “my bike didn’t storm you and nearly knock you over.” eve points out. “much.” she chuckles, patting his thigh and feeling his hand on hers. eve used his thigh to push herself back up to stand, bending down to snag her coffee mug so she could slip past him and place it inside the camper in the sink. “i haven’t seen a truck, just a pile of rust that needs to be gutted and used as a planter.” she tells him; eve knew elliot loved his truck though so this time the razz came with a smile in her eyes as she moved to take a few steps closer to her bike to press the pad of her finger to the fingerprint scanner for the start-stop system. “fpss.” she muses. “think i’ll call it the fun-pass.” she was proud of that instantly. “wanna go for a drive in the truck that runs and let me look at yours? or we could get some food.” could do both; eve frowned when the bike failed to start up which meant she had more adjustments to make. 

“so sweet.” he says with a soft smile playing on his lips as he bumps his shoulder into hers. eve was his best friend, the one that seemed to get him to open up when he would rather shy away from everyone else.”no. it just sat there, and tripped me and that’s hy i fell on it.” he says, before he’s chuckling softly.”yeah. if that bike fell so would i.” he points out, watching her move because he always watched her, but he was rolling his eyes at her words.”i could do that, but then i’d have to use the scooter.” he tells her, though he knew the scooter wasn’t in good shape either. “the fun pass?” he asks as he’s moving with her now, as she checks on her bike.”we could do both. food and then go look at my amazing truck.” he says before noticing the frown upon her face and elliot couldn’t help himself, he crosses his arms over his chest, smirking at her.”something wrong there, eve?”

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freeargcn

“ girls all go to the bathroom because that’s where we rap battle. “ 

“and here i thought it was just to gossip.how i’ve been so wrongly told.”

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fluffy-abomination-626

“All I’m saying is if it’s really irreplaceable, you shouldn’t have just left it laying around in the first place.” Stitch reasoned while carelessly holding the damaged item in his hand. “I’d say this is really more your fault than mine. Besides, a little superglue will go a long way.”

“it wasn’t lying around, it was in my house, stitch. what are you even doing in my house?” elliot asks, before looking at the toy plane he’d been working on.”that’s not the point here.”

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avn-lilopelekai

“Holy crap…” Lilo groaned as she pulled herself up from the floor. Her head was throbbing, her body ached; it felt like she’d been hit by a bus and then hit over the head with a baseball bat for good measure. As she struggled to sit up right, she realized she didn’t have a lot to remember from the night before. The last thing that came to mind was showing up to a local park in the middle of the night after she’d managed to sneak away from her sister again. Come to think of it… Lilo didn’t remember ever making it back home. She gazed around the room, clearly in a seemingly unfamiliar place. Suddenly, she heard someone knock at the door. “I… Um… Come in?” Lilo responded nervously, completely convinced that some serial killing vampire had kidnapped her and brought her back to his lair. If that was the case, maybe a little bit of good manners would help win over his favor, and help her escape from his bloodsucking fury.

elliot lightly tapped on the door and waited outside, hearing her invite him in he walks in, a soft smile playing on his face as he brings her some water and some aspirin.”thought you could use this.” he tells her softly. he didn’t want lilo getting into trouble with her sister, didn’t want her sister to get into trouble with his work, so he opted to help out.

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pnkone

Piglet should have grown into his feet a long time ago, he was long past the usual growth spurts which let one leave their awkward phase behind. Not him though. He never seemed to get his feet to work when he needed them to - either they froze on the spot when fear surged through him, or they found a way to send him falling all over the place. It was his feet’s fault, of course, why they stumbled over themselves, sending him directly into another. “O-oh no!” Piglet’s face turned bright red as he looked up at the other. “I-I didn’t… did I hurt you?” he asked, bringing his nails to his lips as he nibbled them in worry.

“nah you didn’t hurt me. are you alright though? seem to be stumbling all over the show there.”

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drlingwendy

looking around, wendy had made sure no one was watching her too closely before she found a space on the ground, her back resting against the trunk of the tree. she felt as though she was hiding some sort of dirty secret but immediately dismissed that thought as she picked up her pen as she begun writing the most recent fairytale orientated story she has imagine, not noticing the figure in front of her, “holy shit!” she cursed as she placed a hand on her heart, noticing the other finally, “do you often stand there, trying to scare people to death?”

“didn’t mean to scare you. just kind of trying to figure out were i was going, and why i ws heading that way, so i just stopped to figure that out.” he says shrugging his shoulders lightly.

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velociity

@elliotfly replied to your photo “”

elliot is just like ‘how dare you’

eve is like…how dare y o u, sir

elliot is just like, i didn’t do anything.

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velociity

“oh wow, least it’s the opposite of every story every grandfather tells his grandchildren. ‘when i was your age i had to walk to school, up-hill both ways, in the snow’.” she did her best ‘old person’ voice. “i hear it’s all drug lords and cheap hookers anyways. you seem more classy than that.” she mumbles, against the rim of her mug like it was just an average comment. eve set her mug down to the pavement off the steps of the camper to it didn’t get knocked over. “seriously, if you want me to look under the hood it’s not like i’m doing anything right now. my bike needs a rest after you scared the shit out of it by almost knocking it over.” she says, glancing to meet his eyes, her arm still using his leg as an armrest. “little me, he says. little, i repeat with heavy irony to that statement. i do love you too much, you know that too much.” she patted his thigh. “sure you could rent one somewhere, but honestly depends on the type of wing, materials, if it’s the framing or paneling.” she could go, but she didn’t think she needed to. a missing wing rose a million possible problems. you might want to go plane shopping, el.”

“you got that old man voice down packed. been hanging out with them long?” he asks with a chuckle.”of course i am way classier than that. you know me so well.” he says nudging his shoulder into her’s gently, before he’s chuckling.”me scare your bike? no. i think your bike scared me.” he says his eyes looking at her, all the while his leg was feeling her arm and he could only smile at it.”fine, big me. is that better?” he asks with a chuckle.”i do, but i still like to hear you say it.” he says, his hand patting her’s as she pats his thigh.”it’s a plane, eve. that’s all i know. nothing more. it’s a rusted old plane.” he says before he’s sighing softly.”I really don’t have the money to do that. you’ve seen my truck.” he says, his hand being removed from her’s now.”i’ll never be able to fly.”