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FAH YONGWAREE as MIRA F4 Thailand (2021) dir. O Patha Thongpan & Mai Aticha Tanthanawigrai.
dynastiiq:
There’s something strangely satisfying about the way Deva insists on knowing about her date. Maybe it was unfair and Aspen should just come clean about it being no big deal, but the part of her that pinches when she thinks about the way their divorce went down says otherwise. “Her name is Rosanne,” she says, before Deva could leave. “And I think she looks pretty tonight. But I didn’t know seeing my date was the final part of your agenda. No more socializing? No mingling?” She snaps the cover of her lipstick shut, lips popping as she puts it back in her purse. “No leading anyone on only to blame them for your feelings later on before leaving them in the’ dust?”
“pretty,” deva echoes, and jealousy’s an awful taste on the tongue. she does a poor imitation of hiding the scowl as she fluffs her hair and shifts the straps of her evening gown. “i suppose once you’ve married above your station already, the only place to go is downhill. i hate to see who you date next.” a woman floats through the powder room behind them, but deva can’t take her eyes off aspen’s reflection in the mirror. “i believe i left you a lot more than dust, aspen. several million dollars worth. you should be thanking me. money’s what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? the whole cause of everything you put me through over the last few months?”
pcmegranate:
“ always so slow, puppy,” the smaller alpha taunts, voice soft, a whisper in his ear. slender fingers run through jovi’s hair, almost like petting a real dog. the other’s enthusiasm about leaving doesn’t come as a surprise. the winter ball is nothing like a regular kam party, which also happens to be the reason why ice decided to go in the first place. too many nosy people ruined it, though, and now he longs to be away from judgemental gazes, spend the rest of the night privately with his boyfriend. “ good boy, jovi. well, follow me then,” ice snaps his fingers, gesturing for the other to come after him. within a few minutes, they arrived at the suite. unlocking the door, a wicked grin creeps up his lips, “ i have a christmas present for you… but now i’m not sure if you deserve it.”
“how about you punish me first then hand over the goods, big alpha.” seconds inside and jovi’s already kicked off his shoes. his suit jacket comes off next, tossed carelessly over an arm chair before he plops on the bed with a bounce, toes wiggling in his socks. “can tell me all the things i’ve done wrong, from the tinsel and mistletoe all the way to handing the waiter a fake phone number.” greedy fingers reach forward to tug at ice’s belt. jovi’s trying to pull him along. “you saw that, right? how i didn’t give him what he wanted? i was good then, wasn’t i? it’s not my fault he saw me playing with the cherry stems. that was just supposed to be for you.”
pcmegranate:
“ figured i’d find your nerdy ass here,” ellis chirps, poking the fairy at the arcade machine in his side. “ what’s up? trouble in paradise? don’t see your new babe around anywhere.” // @inrains
“anthony’s . . . at home, i guess? we’re not — we’re not dating, so i don’t know. why don’t you know where he is?” the machine spits out tickets and sean stuffs them in a pocket, “someone keeps knocking my high score on doom, so i have to be here when i’m not at the library. were you looking for me?”
heartsfxll:
“Fish out of water then,” he teased. When Sora pointed him towards the exit, he pouted. “You’re so mean to me. All you ever do is bully me when I’m so fun to be around.” He rolled his eyes. “Meh, I’ll see if Blaise is around. Sooo…are you gonna try things with that girl? You should, she looks all sweet and gentle.”
“i’m protecting you and myself.” walden’s likely to get himself in some situation she’ll inevitably have to pull him out of. as usual. “bored of my company already?” she kicks off the wall, “as if i’m going to trust your judge of character. you, who still plays with bubbles and can’t even balance a checkbook.”
pcmegranate:
“ what are you talking about? i’m not uncomfortable,” the alpha huffs, a scowl forming on his face as he turns his head toward his fiance. “ that’s all you can think about, isn’t it? sex, sex, sex.. such a perverted omega you are,” sparrow scolds him, a touch of pink spreading over his cheeks, folding his arms across his chest, truth be told, the male may have developed some curiosity, but he’s not about to act on an impulse. “ you know, i find it really hard to believe that you’re a virgin. let me guess, one of the many things your parents lied about regarding you when they made a deal with mine?”
“i wasn’t, until i met you,” wicker sighs mournfully. chin in a palm, elbow resting on the ugly tablecloth spread over the surface, “you’ve ruined me, alpha. how does it feel?” virginal. wicker shouldn’t let his skin prickle with anticipation. this is all a masquerade, after all. soon he’ll receive a summons to return to new orleans, and the fun in crystal grove will come to an end. there’s no way his parents are actually following through with his when the lees are so unimpressive in person. “hurtful,” he shies back, wounded with a pout on his lips. “who’s made you think so lowly of yourself, to not believe what i’m telling you?”
“Perhaps fate is what you must uncover alone.”
dynastiiq:
“I, um, I didn’t go to prom,” Anthony admits, eyes on the plate in front of him, twiddling his fingers under the table. “So I wouldn’t know. Actually, I hope I’m not boring you or anything, because I usually don’t spend a whole lot of time around alphas, but you’re—” He finally looks up at Sean, flushes pink and immediately regrets it, yet at the same time, doesn’t. “You’re nice. This is nice, and you look really nice.” The warlock feels that familiar fluttering in his stomach and reaches for the punch, taking a big gulp and hoping liquid courage could give him a hand. “Is it safe to say that this is better than prom, then?”
“you didn’t?” sean’s surprised, sure an omega like anthony would’ve had dates lined up. “ah. . . thanks.” his cheeks burn, and a tablecloth’s never looked more interesting. sean forces his eyes back up, “i think you’re nice, too. and you do. you look good, too.” tongue in a tumble, twisted all up. not unlike the night their first night together, nervous hands and mouths. “yes, yes i think so. for both of us.” he smiles, “i just wish — ellis was here, too, you know? around. feels like he’s avoiding me.” maybe the sentiment’s shared. sean won’t pretend the suggested three-way wasn’t a shock to the system. “have you seen him tonight?”
pcmegranate:
“ so? why do you care about what i do, and who i’m doing it with, sehun ahn?” the omega growls back, scent souring right away when the alpha approaches him. the other is clearly angry, hurt and upset, but so is winter. alpha or not, the other has no right to be talking to him like this, asking him if his date is aware of his pregnancy. “ does yours know?” he hisses, eyes narrowing, voice and scent laced with jealousy. winter had seen them together, and while riley’s presence didn’t bother him, the pretty omega girl sehun was with certainly did. “ no, of course not, because… because you’re coward, sehun. can’t admit to me or to yourself what you want, and now you’re drinking and being growly like a coward alpha.”
“this isn’t about you,” sehun defends weakly, his voice sharp, “this is about our pup. of course i’d care about the alphas you’re bringing around.” barely a week after the final fallout, when sehun said he wanted nothing to do with winter and winter said he loved him. lies. all lies. “what do you know about what i want? you didn’t when you flushed my suppressants, or when you blamed it on a goddess instead of coming clean. waited months before you finally went to the doctor and—now look at us.” he leans closer, in. “but you always get what you want, don’t you?” sehun can’t help it. he breathes winter in, their mixed scents rich and heavy and his mouth is wet, aching. “how long did you wait to move onto another alpha? is that what you wanted all along — him?”
pcmegranate:
“ good to hear you haven’t lost your terrible jokes on your latest trip around the world,” beau retorts flatly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “ but the kam family’s idea of a party couldn’t be further away from the winter ball. there’s a reason why jovi left as quickly as he did, leo. well… it’s one of the reasons, i suppose.” a slight frown etches into the younger’s features. seems like he succeeded in reuniting his brother and his ex-boyfriend, which is a positive thing. however, he can’t deny feeling slightly jealous too, considering his own love life is a total mess right now. “ the only imperfection is what? my face? gee, thanks,” the beta growls, furrowing his brows into a frown. “ just tell me it’s going to be okay? sorry, but i really need some reassurance right now.”
“oh it will only get worse. contracted malaria once and chose to survive so you could hear them all.” shrugging at the mention of beau’s flighty brother, leo tries to spot him in the crowd and fails. off to get laid in the middle of beau’s party. some things never changed. “it’s your frown, bo. the host of the party can’t be glum in plain sight.” pivoting so he’s right in front of beau, leo takes his face between his hands. looks him in eye, “everything’s going to be fine. more than fine. you prepared for this, you worked for this. everyone will have as good a time as they want ” he assures seriously, then he pats beau’s cheeks and backs off. “besides it’s crystal grove, a winter ball’s the closest to taste they will get. look at this place. you did this. the inn’s never looked so good.”
stiigmas:
“believe me - i’m all for getting to know all kinds of people but i don’t care for public formal events like this,” the pack alpha replies with a chuckle as he undoes the first few buttons of his black button down to cool off. another chuckle escapes daniel at the familiar’s remark about his apparent ‘alcoholism’ and lets out a sigh. “as for that, i wouldn’t really call it alcoholism–this is the rare occasion that i do drink any sort of heavy liquor. plus i mostly do it for nerves.”
“so why come? this is crystal grove, not washington d.c. setting yourself up for more and more invitations to things you don’t want to attend.” this ball is beau’s baby, after all. a sour alpha ruins the vibes. “nerves. right. you know, there’s a reason step one of an addiction is realizing you have one — but hey, can’t judge. everyone’s got a vice.” leo smiles a balming smile. “so what lucky omega did you bring around tonight? been in town a few days and everyone’s buzzing with who you’re mating. thirty, powerful and single . . . running out the clock or too busy beating everyone off.”
heartsfxll:
Ginny’s eyes widened when she saw the key in her hand, but before he had a moment to question it, her heart leapt in her chest as Sora took her hand and led her away. She beamed when she learned that Sora didn’t come with a date and giggled at the mention of her brother. “I’ve got a little sister that I’ve got to look after like that, she didn’t come tonight though.” She nodded at the mention of a date. “Riley, yeah. He’s just a friend, but he’s always so mopey and sad, I hoped bringing him out would be good for him. I think I was wrong though. At least I tried.”
saved by a pair of sticky fingers and years of skimming candy bars and band-aids off shelves, sora thumbs over the etched number and finds the suite. “oldest?” she asks. “riley from plastic hearts? i know him—kind of.” the key slips in the lock easily and turns, a mini hallway and a sofa. small room. a bed, heater running low. bathroom and closet on the side wall. “i share a place with roman,” sora explains as she turns on a lamp, “sad’s a word. lot of the music is kind of like that. emo, rock. big fan.” a smile. “good voice though. have you been to their shows? must’ve missed you.” straightening, she runs her hand through her hair, “now. your dress. we’ll need to wash it in the sink.”
heartsfxll:
Walden clutched at his chest like she’d punched him. “You wound me, I keep your life interesting.” When she said she didn’t want pretty, he raised an eyebrow, but elected to ignore the comment and focus on the fact that she had asked him to find someone for her. “Deal,” he said, scanning the crowd. He hummed thoughtfully as he searched, no one particularly sticking out to him for a moment. When he settled on someone, his smile stretched into a mischievous grin. “There,” he said, nodding in the direction of a doe-eyed girl in a red satin dress. She had light brown hair curled around her face and a bright red lip. “She’s more CUTE than pretty, and she looks like a lost puppy. You should save her.” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling triumphant. “Your turn.”
“lost puppy? you think she’s a wolf-type? doesn’t look it to me,” sora says with a squint. wolves were supposed to be rough, rugged or prissy type depending on the dynamic, and the cute girl walden’s pointed at doesn’t fit either of those. too delicate looking, clumsy on her feet. but when sora watches her laugh with someone else, she gives a few points to cute. “all right. i choose . . . that, over there. the door.” sora points over the crowd to the exit, “save us all the pain of watching you flirt your way into a pair of pants for the night. bad enough we’re picking out dates when we came here alone.” she scoffs. fidgets with the leather of her jacket, “just don’t talk to any of my friends. scout a tourist.”
stiigmas:
daniel listens to his sister rant about their mother and knows daphne had a point there – at least their dad didn’t nag on them about how much they drank. a chuckle leaves him at the visible shudder traveled over his sister’s body and he replies, “fair point you’ve got there, daph–” and he pauses to do what daphne asked of him and hands her the herbs she requested. her next words catch his interest and the more he ran it through his head, the more he liked the thought of that. “–and that honestly sounds better than hanging out with mom or dad.”
“let’s not pretend to be surprised,” daphne says with a haughty huff, crossing her arms and pursing glossy pink lips. the herbs are thrown in a bag where she’ll fetch them later for a brew. hopefully this one won’t end with another minor explosion — the kitchen’s still a mess. “gabriel and i can cook. you host. riley can bring party favors. no dates.” she holds up a finger, “roman and aspen are on my okay list, so you can’t bring around anyone they don’t like, like your flower friend. the whole situation with aspen’s brother is——too much.”
heartsfxll:
“I prefer to view it as drama scouting,” he mused, looking out into the sea of people. “When there’s alcohol, there’s mess–I’d know from Vinny’s. I like to be around when it unfolds.” He looked back over to Sora and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, there’s got to be someone here besides me you wanna hang out with. Plenty of pretty girls,” he teased, giving her a nudge.
“i don’t even want to hang out with you,” sora points out, “but roman’s poofed, so——” a lame shrug, and the sound of her buckles and zippers on the jacket follow. “yep. plenty of pretty girls, there always is. but who said i wanted pretty?” pretty girls meant broken hearts. at least when mean looking girls did it, it hurt less. “pick someone out then,” she sighs, hair fanning back over her face when she pushes it back, an home-dye job that’s half faded. “spot one, and i’ll spot for you.”
heartsfxll:
Sora. She was going to remember that. Ginny was notoriously hopeless when it came to pretty people, and tonight was certainly not going to be an exception. She paid for the drink and turned back to Sora, frowning down where she saw evidence of the spill. “Oh darn,” she said. The dress had been expensive, and she actually felt like she looked good in it. “I–I guess I should go take care of that…” That, and find Riley, but she didn’t want to leave the alpha. “Did you um, lose your date out there? I could help you find them on my way to the bathroom.” It was more of a less-than-subtle fish for information than anything, but she was curious.
“don’t go to the bathrooms. did you see the line?” sora asks, hand dropping by her side. she gives a tilt of her head, “c’mon. i know a place.” a key appears between two fingers and sora’s got ginny’s soft, pretty hand in hers before pushing her way back through the crowd, none of that glide and slide shit. “my date? no date. only here because my brother’s a loser. can’t be trusted on his own in a place like this.” twice as likely to knock up or be knocked up. thirty going on eighteen like a fresh popped knot. “you come with anyone? said . . . miley. riley?”