electric souls

boy with the WARNING SIGNS for skin, have you ever wondered if you are l o v i n g too much? if you are letting it 【 burn 】you from the I N S I D E out, from the cavity in your chest to the bruises on your flesh to the fire in your EYES.

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“well, that’s just ten layers of clothing i’d have to work extra hard to get you out of, right?” the remark slipped from her lips with remarkable ease, perhaps using the benefit of a phone call to express her far more flirtatious comments - it was a shame, though, but she’d give anything to see the look on his face right now. “good, i’ll be sure to give you a few lessons so you can give me a run for my money… and my clothes.” however, the bashfulness made a swift return at his phrasing, though it was a decidedly welcome sensation to have those damned butterflies erupt in her stomach. “a date? a date, yeah, i’d love that. and maybe, if you’d like, there’s— we could, um… dinner, y’know? that usually works well with a movie.”

        “ it might not be as hard as you think. ” mac swallowed heavily, finding himself seriously wishing stella was there in person. “ but if i’m going to be any kind of competition... i’ll just have to be a quick study, won’t i? ” again, mac was charmed by how quickly she could become a little bashful, especially in contrast to her confidence from moments before. “ say, stell, d’you like italian food? ” he asked, pleased at her suggestion. “ i mean, if you don’t, that’s gonna be a serious problem, my middle name is vincenzo, for god’s sake -- ” mac stopped abruptly, a little embarrassed as he realized he was getting off track.  “ uh, anyway, i know a place. really good food. if that’s okay. ”

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“damn, all because i’m hopeless when it comes to football?” she mirrored his jest, playfully poking out her tongue despite the fact that mac couldn’t even see her. “it’s one of the few things i’m actually good at, so i think we’ll have to raise the stakes— up for a round of strip poker?” stella couldn’t resist the slight tease, but she was quick to tack on, “i think i might have to lose a few rounds on purpose.” his interest in her offer only deepened the blush that stained her features, ultimately grateful that he couldn’t see what a reddened mess she’d become. “yeah, it’s one of my favorites. it’s playing this friday, if you’re not busy or anything. just… an offer for you.”

        “ total dealbreaker, ” he deadpanned. “ oh, you wanna take advantage of me, huh? i’d have to wear, like, ten layers to be any kind of competition. ” mac’s mouth dropped open at the idea of her losing on purpose, and ( if he was being honest ), his brain short circuited for a good few seconds. “ yes, uh... poker. we’ll -- we should. uh. play that. sometime, ” he stammered, inwardly cursing his sudden inability to keep his shit together. shaking it off, he let out a breath. “ it’s a date, ” he said, not entirely sure how she’d take that phrasing -- but also not entirely caring. just spending time with her was enough.

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“have i? well, let’s hope that’s a good thing,” stella found a soft dusting of rose creeping over her cheeks as she giggled into the phone. “and i happen to enjoy saying your name, mac. it’s probably not the least bit surprising that i’ve never been to any sports game before - but i am very good at poker, if that redeems me in the slightest. and what’s more educational or exciting than attending a football with a true insider? count me in… and, um,” unfamiliar shyness briefly enveloped her, but she breezed through, “they’re playing sabrina down at one of my favorite theaters, if you need your fill of 1950s romances.”

        “ oh, no, it’s terrible. i’m actually filing a restraining order as we speak, ” he teased. “ poker, huh? we’ll have to play sometime, see how good you really are. i’m terrible at poker, so the standards are very low, trust me. ” mac noticed the slight hesitation with which she continued, and the softness in her voice as she suggested a movie was so endearing that his cheeks hurt from smiling. “ do you like that movie? if you like it, let’s do it. i want to do everything you like to do. we’ll get popcorn, the whole nine yards. ”

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

stella dissolved into giggles at mac’s anecdote, suddenly wishing she had one of her own - all she could remember was that she had technically been nameless for the first few weeks of her life because her father just… forgot. “hey, it makes for a good story, right? besides, it’s a very memorable name— granted, everything about you is difficult to forget, but gilroy vicenzo macintosh is just the cherry on top.” each time she uttered his name, she tacked on a little flourish. “i’d be careful what you say until you hear me sing at rehearsals - i’ve usually just reserved it for the shower until now.” the excitement in his tone was contagious, immediately spurring a sharp tingle in her veins. “of course - what sport starts up next? we can totally go! and if you’re ever willing to be surrounded by flowers for a few hours, i wouldn’t mind showing you a few of my favorite movies. we can call it… educating each other.”

        “ you’ve made quite the impression on me, too, stella harlow, ” he replied, still grinning. “ and i like the way you say my name. ” mac thought for a moment about where he could take her -- the kings were doing okay, and surely she’d heard of the lakers by now... “ well, basketball and hockey are still in season, if you’re interested in either of those. i even played basketball in high school, so i could give you an insider perspective. hockey’s got a lot of fighting, which is always exciting. ” he smiled again, softer this time, at her idea. “ if you’re there, i’m up for anything. ”

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“that’s quite a mouthful of a name— gilroy vincenzo macintosh,” the syllables trickled from her tongue with ease, a foolish little grin framing the moniker gently. “i like it. i’m afraid that stella harlow doesn’t even remotely come close.” there was the plaguing reminder that stella harlow had only been her name for a few years now; would mac even like margot jane howard? that pitiful orphan girl? the notion that he wouldn’t pained her, but she soldiered on with lighthearted banter, “hm, what would be appropriate punishment? perhaps having to listen to me sing… or maybe dragging you to old films down at the million dollar theater?” a faint chuckle escaped her, conjuring up the image of her petite frame drowning in one of his jerseys - it certainly was a delightful thought. “well, maybe you ought to take me to one of your games sometime so we can put my charm to the test. i won’t really know what’s going on, but i promise to cheer appropriately and share nachos with you.”

        “ yeah, it is, ” he agreed, wrinkling his nose a little. he’d never been a fan of his name ( it just felt ridiculous ), but that was his parents for you. always doing the most. “ my mom’s super italian, my dad’s super irish... the only reason i’m not named vincenzo gilroy macintosh is ‘cause my mom lost the coin toss after she gave birth in the hospital. i wish i was kidding. ” sighing deeply, mac made sounds of disapproval at her suggestions. “ those aren’t punishments, ” he protested. “ all of those are things i’d love to do. do you even know me at all? ” mac grew quiet for a moment, imagining taking stella to metlife stadium -- laughter in her eyes, overpriced nachos in her hands and his jersey probably down to her knees. “ promise? ” he asked, wanting so badly to fulfill his own daydream that he could barely form a response to her proposal. 

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“attractive image, isn’t it? i really know how to hook ‘em,” stella chuckled, staring up at the ceiling with and absently playing with a lock of hair. “i was just being on the safe side, y’know, in case you ever get tired of late night phone calls from me. i mean you say that now, but eventually, you’re gonna get tired of this voice.” there was a brief pause, a beat long enough to hold her smile, as she carried on, “—- are you really gonna let me wear one of your jerseys? that seems pretty sacred, wouldn’t want to bring dishonor to your team.”

        “ yeah, you do, ” he replied quietly, his words a little muffled by the phone ( which was certainly not on purpose ). “ i won’t! ” he insisted. “ here, listen: i, gilroy vincenzo macintosh, do solemnly swear that i will never get tired of late night phone calls from you. and if i do, it’ll be under threat of, uhhh... ” he paused, scratching his head for a moment. “ ...whatever punishment stella harlow deems fit. ” scoffing, mac shook his head even though stella couldn’t see him. “ the jets really aren’t that great to begin with, so don’t worry. i think you’ll be good for us. a -- a good luck charm, maybe. but -- either way, i’d be honored if you wore one of my jerseys. ”

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

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ohstvlla:

“i’m a very small and simple girl, mac. give me something sweet, and i’m totally satisfied— besides, how many other candies can you wear and eat? ring pops are underrated,” stella insisted, sprawled against her sheets and her chestnut tousles comfortably rested against her pillows. “however, on very special occasions, i’ll splurge on a candy necklace - i’d totally share with you, too. does this conversation count as an emergency, or do i still get to save those up?” she hadn’t even noticed that the corners of her mouth had immediately quirked up at the sound of his voice, a little embarrassed even though he couldn’t see.

        “ oh, good, so you rot your teeth out with a variety of candy jewelry. i’m so glad that you’re gonna let me in on this, ” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “ no, i’d say this one’s on me. i decided that your lack of football knowledge was an emergency, so this can count toward my total if we’re keeping track -- are we keeping track? ” he asked, laughing slightly and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “ i mean, either way, you can... you can call me whenever you want. emergency or not. ”

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☎️ mac ⇄ stella

        smiling slightly at the flower emoji that stella had put next to her contact, mac hit the ‘mobile call’ button on the screen. he laid back onto his pillows, staring up at his ceiling as the phone rang once, twice, three times -- honestly, he hadn’t known how tense he’d been until he realized how much he relaxed when she picked up the phone. “ does a ring pop really satisfy any kind of hunger for you? i mean, it’s so tiny. there’s definitely no nutritional content in that, ” he greeted, instead of just saying ‘hello’ like a normal person. 

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imessage : prince charming

stella: well, maybe whenever you're done shouting at your tv, you can call me up and i'll run through a few practice ones with you.

stella: so long as it's yours, i'll be happy to wear it. pinky swear.

mac: i'm done shouting. you ready now?

mac: if you're willing to pinky swear, i believe you.

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imessage : prince charming

stella: oh yeah i'm definitely jotting everything down. i'll be sure to practice my football shout for you next time we see each other, make sure i really have it down. by next superbowl, i'll be a PRO.

stella: we should put that to the test. got any spare jerseys i can try on?

mac: i'm not even kidding, i expect to hear it within the next 24 hours. this is important to me.

mac: i've got a few. they might be a little big on you, but i'm sure you can make them work.

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imessage : prince charming

stella: this sounds very official, should i take notes?

stella: does this mean i have to start shouting at the tv? i'm not too sure if i'm good at that, you'd probably look better in a jersey.

mac: we only shout at the tv when there's a good play. or a bad play. or when the refs make a bad call. so... all the time, basically. are you writing this down?

mac: you would definitely look better in my jersey

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imessage : prince charming

stella: so how badly would you judge me if i told you that i only came to this superbowl party for the free food?

stella: and now it's gone, i don't know how to pretend what's happening...

mac: ...

mac: you. me. 2017-2018 season. you're getting an education

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ohstvlla:

“despite the fact that you’d make one excellent knight or even a proper prince charming, i’m afraid that i’m hardly a queen,” stella pointed out, the grin stretched over her lips practically stained there - a pleasant consequence to the effect of his presence. “aw, see, you look lovely!” a bright giggle escaped her, but she was forced to acknowledge that they weren’t the only people in the room - despite how she felt otherwise; slender fingers were pressed to her lips, a futile attempt to stifle the giggle. her other hand, however, lingered precariously close to his— warm, it felt warm. “oh, i hadn’t realized,” she murmured with mirrored solemnity, eyes woefully casting up at him, “this is quite a rare badge, too– i usually only ever see ‘it’s 5 o’clock somewhere.’ you’re quite the icon.” stella’s nose quirked at his remark, taking a gamble by tacking on, “well, i think you’ll need my number for such emergencies, right?”

        a scandalized expression took over his features at her words, as though the very idea that she would be anything less than a queen was utterly shocking -- detestable, even. “ i’m not sure what world you’re living in, but in this world, you are. ” again, he spoke with an absolute certainty. if nothing else, he stuck to his convictions. he couldn’t help but laugh along with her, completely losing his train of thought as she looked up at him with those blue eyes. he touched his chin thoughtfully, as though he had to consider the necessity of having her number ( when really, his heart was pounding ). “ i was going to just shout your name really loudly until you heard me, but i guess having your number would be fine, too, ” mac teased, passing his phone over to her. “ and, just so you know... emergency can be a broad term. it doesn’t just have to be for rehearsal. ”