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Denna de Poitiers. Twenty. Writer. Journalism major. MWU journal. I play healers. mother, do you really think i ate the fruit unwillingly?

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It would have been a lie to say that their thoughts hadn’t been occupied mostly by one particular person for the past little while. They were trying to do their best to keep the promise of space, to give Denna the chance to figure out what to do, without them trying to influence it even accidentally, but it was damn near impossible when all they could think of was how she made them feel. Not only did they want to keep feeling that, but they wanted to know she was okay, even if that might’ve meant losing everything themself.

Still, life went on, and they had to act as if nothing was happening to the outside world. They were just leaving their apartment to head to their parents’ house, when suddenly out of nowhere Denna ran up towards them, no coat, no umbrella, a complete mess. Their first thought was panic, worried that there was something wrong, that she wasn’t okay, but before they could ask, she started speaking.

Heath was so taken aback by her sudden appearance, and the words that came from her mouth in a breathless pant, that they could hardly comprehend what she was saying for a second. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Denna, breathe,” they said, reaching out with their free hand and putting it on her shoulder, guiding her a little closer so that she was under their umbrella, even if that was pointless considering how soaked she was already. Only after a second did it hit them what she had said. They were so shocked, though, that it was hard to believe at first. “You’re not? Are you sure? What…what changed? You’re allowed to have more time, I promise, you don’t have to make the decision now.”

“You changed.”, she breathed out, though she quickly realised how insane that sounded.

“No, that’s not- it’s not like you yourself changed, you changed me. Meeting you changed my decision. I-” It wasn’t so much that the words weren’t coming out, but that she had so many things to say, so much she had been keeping quiet the last few days that she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t want to overwhelm them, for them to believe she had lost her mind; and she definitely didn’t want to come off as too intense, though it was probably a little late to mend that. She let them pull her closer so the rain wasn’t pouring over her any longer, and took a moment to take a breath. 

“I kissed someone, some days ago.” Yikes, probably not the best starter there. “Someone from my past, he’s not someone I love anymore, but that helped me realise something. I mean, it wasn’t just that, but I guess that was the last thing that I needed. I felt horrible after it happened, and even though we were giving each other time, I wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to lie to you, and I don’t- I don’t want to kiss anyone else really. And I don’t want to write my article if that means I’m going to hurt you, and I want to see where this goes.” Denna bit down her bottom lip, not sure of what she had just said. “Us. I want to be with you.”

She looked up at them, trying to find some kind of answer in their eyes. It was going to be complicated, obviously, and they were probably going to have to keep it a secret for a while; but it was the truth, her whole truth, and now they were the one with a decision to make. It was ironic how only hours ago they seemed to be the one chasing her, and now here she was, under the rain, opening up to them and waiting for them to have mercy. 

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location: outside heath’s apartment building time: around 7pm status: @heatharlington

Living with herself had been no shorter than impossible the last couple of weeks. At least she had been able to finish all her essays, and she was ready for summer break, but that didn’t take away the fact that her brain was taken over by chaos. The Tristan interview had calmed her editor a little, but she knew she was going to start asking for the Cerberus piece again soon, and she was going to have to give her an answer. An answer she already had, despite not wanting to admit it to herself. What had happened with Tristan, though, had been more than an interview - and that was another reason for her confusion. Not because she cared about him that way any longer, but because it had acted as a strange eye-opener; and also because she was terrified of what Heath was going to think if they found out. 

It was a lot, more than she could handle, and she hadn’t been able to sleep for days, her brain never shutting up about it. That was the reason she was now there, practically running under the rain, with no umbrella or proper coat; approaching Heath’s apartment. 

Denna had no idea what she was going to do when she got there. She looked like a disaster - soaked, messed up make up, and shaking. There was no way the doorman was going to let her in. Maybe Heath wasn’t even at home; perhaps all of this had been for nothing. 

But then she saw them. 

They were leaving. Where? The hospital? Perhaps. Doctors had all kinds of weird schedules, right? Still, she couldn’t leave without saying something. 

“Heath.”, she said, realising now she was panting. The rain was still pouring, but somehow she barely noticed it any longer. “I’m not going to publish the article. I don’t want to. I don’t care about my big chance. I don’t want to do that to you.”

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( to D 🌺, 1.39am ): I like the boldness, it's hot...not that I should be encouraging it, of course, but, you know, just so you know

( to D 🌺, 1.39am ): Fuck I want that so bad, I wish you were here right now so I could taste you and give you everything you want. I could show you how to touch me, and you could hear the noises I /might/ be making just thinking of that...

( to D 🌺, 1.40am ): Believe me, it's not too much. I mean, I'm definitely going to have to take care of this problem soon, but don't apologize, I'm kind of living for this, actually.

( to Heath, 01.40am ): I just looked at the time and it's so late oh my god, i can't believe i should be sleeping or finishing my essay and instead i'm here being ridiculously turned on by you. you're corrupting me, doctor arlington. i hope you're proud of yourself.

( to Heath, 01.41am ): I wish i was there right now too. i want you to hear those noises, and i want you to show me how you like to be touched, and i want everything you say.

( to Heath, 01.42am ): Damn, idk what i'm going to do next time i see you.

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( to D 🌺, 1.35am ): Okay true, but I mean what I said, even if I am being too much. You bring it out in me, make me BOLD, which is a feat tbh

( to D 🌺, 1.36am ): God I wish you could, but space, remember, just think about me, and think of how it'll all be once you've had time to figure things out

( to D 🌺, 1.37am ): Well, if you were here, I think I'd want you to feel the problem you've caused, how much you turn me on, while I do the same with you. All while I kiss you and taste you over and over again

( to Heath, 01.38am ): You're one to talk about making other people BOLD. look at me. i've never thought i would be saying these things to someone oh my god.

( to Heath, 01.38am ): I think i want to do that. i want to touch you, i want you to tell me what turns you on so i can do exactly what you like. and i want you to touch me, and taste me, and do all that.

( to Heath, 01.39am ): Ffs. was that too much? i'm sorry.

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( to D 🌺, 1.31am ): Sounds good to me, let's go for it, say the word and I'll book the next flight to Spain. I'm ride or die, D, you need to understand that. That's what being on MY list means.

( to D 🌺, 1.32am ): Believe me, you don't even have to say anything to be "good at this." You pretty much do that just by being you.

( to D 🌺, 1.33am ): Granted THAT IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING holy fuck, D, I'm dying thinking about that. I wish I was there to help you out with that wow. And maybe you could help me with this problem I've got growing, too...

( to Heath, 01.33am ): You know that's a lot to take in, right? especially right now considering our OTHER topic of conversation...

( to Heath, 01.34am ): NOW we're even, because i can't stop thinking about your fingers between my legs. it's taking all myself control not to stop what i'm doing rn and just go to your place so you can take care of it. and maybe i could something about your problem too.

( to Heath, 01.34am ): what would you like me to do if i was there?

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( to D 🌺, 1.22am ): I'd think so, but apparently you and I are weirdos. Good thing I'm glad to be stuck with you and your weird questions. More than glad to be on your list if it means I get to have you around.

( to D 🌺, 1.23am ): You asked for it, D. You've gotta know by now that I can't refuse you anything

( to D 🌺, 1.24am ): You should also know that my hand is more than willing to stop right between your legs, especially if you kiss me the way you usually do. I've got the fingers of a surgeon, after all, I MAY want to show you exactly what that means.

( to Heath, 01.26am ): Anything?? like anything AT ALL?? why if i ask you for something super weird?? WHAT IF I ASKED YOU to come to spain w me and give my father a lowkey heart attack? that's weird enough. and of course being on my list means you'll have me around. it's a good list. not a kill bill style one.

( to Heath, 01.30am ): Oh my eigbeiruit i don't even know what to say to that. i suck at this.

( to Heath, 01.30am ): But jsyk, i kind of want that, a lot. in fact i want it so much i've stopped working on my essay rn and i might be about to do something else with my hands. oops.

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( to D 🌺, 1.16am ): I liked your weird questions, even if it didn't seem like it. Hell, no one else had enough guts to ask me if I'd seen someone /die/ already. And I'm more than glad to keep answering all of your weird questions

( to D 🌺, 1.16am ): You sure you wanna know? I might distract you from that essay

( to D 🌺, 1.18am ): Guess I was just thinking about what could happen if we were lying in my bed, if were kissing you slowly, where my hand might want to go...

( to Heath, 01.19am ): People are cowards. isn't that the first thing you ask a med student?? i'm glad you're ready to keep answering my weird questions because i always have a lot of them, and it seems you're stuck with me now, whatever happens. you're already on my list.

( to Heath, 01.20am ): OMG i think i've stopped functioning for a second. 🙈🙈🙈🙈

( to Heath, 01.21am ): Now i want so badly to be doing just that. kissing you slowly, you on top of me, my hands under your shirt. i wonder how far that hand of yours is willing to go...

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( to D 🌺, 1.13am ): Just know even if I'm not blushing, you've got me flustered like a teenager. I'm glad we agree on the favorite Arlington, because I'm hoping to be that one pretty often, if you'll let me.

( to D 🌺, 1.14am ): I'm being responsible, giving you space to figure things out, you have an essay to write, blah blah blah

( to D 🌺, 1.14am ): But maybe the next time I see you I can make it up to you. I might have a few ideas in mind...

( to Heath, 01.15am ): A teenager? wow, 12 year old me is blushing as well rn. to think i used to ask you all kinds of weird questions. though now that i think about it, i still do, you're just more willing to answer now, ig...

( to Heath, 01.15am ): blah blah blah

( to Heath, 01.16am ): You have to tell me some of your ideas now. i'm listening.

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( to D 🌺, 1.09am ): Alright, alright. I can't say no if you put it like that. If I blushed, I'd DEFINITELY be blushing right now.

( to D 🌺, 1.09am ): I think the Arlington I like best is the one I am when I'm around you. But that's neither here nor there.

( to D 🌺, 1.10am ): Nah, you're the only person who's managed to bring out the /romantic/ in me.

( to D 🌺, 1.10am ): There you go, extra cheese.

( to Heath, 01.12am ): If you blushed, you'd look too adorable and i would be definitely lost. so maybe it's a good thing you don't. a girl can only handle so much. and just so you know, i think that's my favourite arlington too:))

( to Heath, 01.13am ): Now YOU'RE the one making me blush. tell me again why we're not doing this in person?? ugh responsibilities.

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( to D 🌺, 1.06am ): I promise no wrong meds...but I /could/ make sure anything he needs done is a little more painful than it needs to be, just sayin'.

( to D 🌺, 1.06am ): I like it best when there's no space between us, to be honest. Sorry about that, but it's only fair, I've been doing the same.

( to D 🌺, 1.07am ): Actually I'm pretty much always thinking about kissing you, and when I get to do it next.

( to Heath, 01.08am ): No thanks. i mean, sounds tempting but i don't want you to lose you license because of me. you're not even fully graduated yet. i like doctor arlington.

( to Heath, 01.08am ): As much as i like party arlington, and bass player arlington, dog father arlington, you know, all the arlingtons🖤

( to Heath, 01.09am ): Cheesy. i bet you say that to everyone.

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( to D 🌺, 1.02am ): Never mind, don't screw it. I'll be here providing moral support from afar. You've got this!!

( to D 🌺, 1.02am ): I mean technically there /is/ space between us, so I'd say we're doing pretty okay all in all

( to D 🌺, 1.03am ): Well maybe I'd distract you by telling you I wish you were here right now so we could lie in bed and I could kiss you, but that /also/ probably isn't allowed...

( to Heath, 01.05am ): Thank you, you're too much

( to Heath, 01.05am ): Omg that's a joke. just in case. don't do that.

( to Heath, 01.06am ): There's always space between us until there's NONE OF IT. and no, you're not allowed to say that either, but you should know i've been thinking about our last kiss every night before falling asleep since it happened. so there. that's your fault. rude.

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( to D 🌺, 12.57am ): I shouldn't be saying screw the essay but......screw the essay

( to D 🌺, 12.58am ): At least for a few minutes, because I miss you, too. A Lot™. I'd offer to come distract you in person, but I'm not really supposed to say that either so

( to D 🌺, 12.59am ): Look at what you've done to me, can't sleep without your foolproof method, telling you to stop working, breaking all the unspoken rules

( to D 🌺, 12.59am ): You're a bad influence

( to Heath, 01.00am ): I wish i could screw the essay but i need to finish it if i don't want to get suspended yikes. my teacher sucks.

( to Heath, 01.00am ): No, you're not supposed to say that omg. i thought we were giving each other space.

( to Heath, 01.01am ): Though now i want to know how exactly you'd distract me. it's not an easy thing to do:)

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thezacharybailey :

“Okay well because we’re family you should believe that I care…because I have to.” He chuckles to end his thought, knowing that he at least was able to show an interest in her problems. That seemed like enough, at the very least he was able to keep the conversation going. That could make her feel better? Truth be told, Zac wasn’t the most comforting person, or the kind to be able to give any good advice. Maybe adequate advice if the subject was getting someone’s number within one night. “Not saying you’re an idiot or anything but I’m not exactly into hiding things. If I cared about the secret as much as Heath does maybe you’d know less.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But relax, I can deal with Heath.” 

His brows furrow as she mentions love. What was she talking about? He had no experience with the concept, his connections with people are purely based on snap-judgement desires. Desires that would disappear in the blink of an eye after he was fulfilled. He cared far too much about himself to believe that love is a suitable answer. “Whatever, seeing someone without their clothes makes them vulnerable. That makes people freak out the same way you’re freaking out about love, close enough.” He would also argue it’s better too, how he was able to be someone’s everything at twice the speed as healthy relationships did with love as a weapon. “I knew it! C’mon what’s the issue then? You feel bad for not wanting to fuck Tristan anymore because you want to fuck someone else? So what? You can’t miss him for the rest of your life you’ll go insane, sounds like you’re finally moving on.” 

“Fine, all right, I believe you care because you have to. Though just so you know, I care because I love you, not because I have to.”, she raises an inquisitive eyebrow as she speaks, but ends up chuckling. Honestly she has no idea why out of everyone she could ask advice from, she chose to go to Zac - but something in her told her that his weird and hyper sexualised perspective of the would would give her an alternative she of course hadn’t even considered. And boy was he coming through. “Fine, that’s fair. I wouldn’t know as much if you hadn’t given me a little push in the right direction - but still you know I would have found out eventually. So it’s not technically your fault.” She tilts her head. “Can you, though?”

Of course Zac doesn’t know a thing about the concept of love. He loves himself way too much to feel that for someone else sincerely. Despite that, Denna does believe he loves Rhiannon, in his own strange not all there way. Love, after all, is as universal as it is personal. Everyone feels it differently, but everyone knows when it’s happening. “That’s not- I mean, you might have a point there but it’s not the same. Love keeps surprising you, while seeing someone naked is pretty much the same every time.” Denna frowns, but her expression changes into something close to surprise. “Honestly, I thought you were a lost case, but you’re making valid arguments today. I guess I feel bad because I’ve moved on. I feel like I’m just letting go of my entire past, and I’m afraid I’ll regret it. What if I do miss him, but I’m not realising right now? Is that even possible?”

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dera-mcclery :

The more the woman talked the more Dera softened, her eyes shifting from unyielding to something more gentle. There was something so genuine about her voice, as she nervously stuttered through an apology that was quickly followed by a perhaps subpar joke that still brought a smile to her face. A light, breathy laugh left her throat, and mentally she fully forgave the woman. “We all make mistakes, don’t worry.” She tried to soothe, “And no joke is a bad joke.” Quickly Dera ordered her drink, and it took a surprisingly short about of time for it to arrive, and that further relaxed the previously strung out Dera.

Perhaps it was a little odd to just come out and question somebody, but that thought didn’t even occur to Dera; rather, she just went full in, pursuing her curiosity about who was this Denna that she had heard so incredibly much about from Heath. The way they spoke of her would make it seem like Denna was a goddess, and the romantic in Dera swooned whenever Heath mentioned her. “I’m Dera, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. If you have time would you want to sit with me? I have a feeling I should just get to know you.”

There was a noticeable exhale of relief when the other woman seemed to finally soften her expression for good, the previous fault completely forgiven. If the result had been any other, Denna would have probably been mortified for hours, and she wouldn’t have even been able to properly enjoy her coffee. She absolutely despised when people were upset because of her - which was a bit ironic, given how she had been acting since she had come back from Spain. Nonetheless, cutting a line wasn’t an act of rebellion, it was pure and simple douchbagery, and she couldn’t allow herself that. 

As soon as the other introduced herself, something clicked inside her brain. Of course! There was a reason why her face seemed familiar. “Right! Yes, I know who you are! You’re Amanda’s friend. This is going to sound like a six degrees of separation kind of thing but I used to- well, I used to date Tristan Santiago and he works at the vintage store and I might have seen you there a couple times? But that’s neither here nor there.” She smiled, extending her hand for Dera to shake. “It’s nice to meet you. And sure! I’d love to sit with you. Actually I might ask you a couple questions as well. As it happens my editor is really interested in what you do, if you don’t mind talking about it of course.”

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loganpcrrish :

And he didn’t realize there was someone else there ready to watch him fuck up. After profusely apologizing to the poor guy he knocked over, he turns to Denna lush with embarrassment. There were already red splotches coming up on his cheeks. “No, no don’t tell him then he’ll make my mom think that I go around pushing kids when I’m not at home instead of going to work or something. You’ll make me a loser, please I beg you!” He jokes, but really is behind his statement. “I’ll get you a coffee or something as payment?” 

“What are you doing cooped up in here anyway? It’s great outside.” 

Denna chuckles, as the poor kid just gets up and leaves, seemingly a bit confused about the whole situation. This is normal for them, though, joking around this way. “You’re already a loser.”, she sticks out her tongue at him. He’s not, obviously, but she enjoyes teasing him. “Fine, fine, I won’t tell. But you’ll have to take me to Asphodel and buy me a huge caramel machiatto with two of those chocolate covered strawberry jelly donuts I love so much, otherwise the deal is off.” Besides it’s been a while since they’ve last hanged out in a non partying setting - and the fact that Nina will be surely at the café when they go won’t hurt either. 

“I had sort of a fight with a teacher, and he basically threatened me with suspension if I don’t email him this essay I asked an extension for. So now I’m trying to finish it desperately. That’s my sad story. What about you?”

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( to D 🌺, 12.53am ): I hope I don't wake you up, and if I do don't even worry about replying

( to D 🌺, 12.53am ): But I'm trying desperately to fall asleep because rounds in the morning, but I CAN'T and now I can't stop thinking about your foolproof sleep method

( to D 🌺, 12.54am ): Like not to be too much, but also I guess what I'm saying is that I wish you were here

( to D 🌺, 12.54am ): Pretty badly tbh

( to Heath, 12.55am ): You didn't. I'm awake:) Wow i'm trying to finish this stupid essay and it's completely impossible if you say things like that.

( to Heath, 12.55am ): I'm now supposed to say this

( to Heath, 12.55am ): But i wish i was there too.

( to Heath, 12.56am ): I miss you. 🙈

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location: oracle diner date: june 20th status: open

It was getting late out and Preston had just finished up streaming a long session of playing Fortnite. It wasn’t really his favorite but it was what was popular now and a lot of people were asking for it so who was he to deny them? He managed to pull off a couple of wins too, boosting his ego a fair bit. As he stretched in his chair, he heard his joints pop. While Stay Hydrated Bot kept him hydrated, he was starving. What he really wanted was a chocolate milkshake, so that meant he was going to make his way to Oracle get one. He didn’t really want to go by himself so he sent off a couple of messages to see if anyone was up for going. If not, he didn’t care but some company would definitely be welcome.

It didn’t take him long before he had made his way there. He didn’t see any cars he recognized so he just made his way inside. He took a spot close to the front of the diner. That way if he saw anyone, even if he didn’t text them, he could call out to them as they walked by. It was only a few more minutes before he saw someone. “Hey! Over here!”

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One of the things that her and Preston had in common was that they were both pretty much night owls. She remembered vividly the amount of times in the past they had been stayed up until whatever hour playing both videogames and D&D. So of course when she got a text from him telling her to go over the Oracle to get a milkshake, she wasn’t really surprised. In all truth, she should have stayed and finished this god forsaken essay; but she hadn’t been alone with Preston in a while, and she really needed a best friend right now. Not that Nina wasn’t enough, but there were thing she just didn’t understand. 

Denna arrived at the diner within the next fifteen minutes or so, and found him already at the usual spot by the windows. With a huge smile, she walked in and immediately took her seat across from him. “What have you been playing tonight? Please tell me it wasn’t Minecraft. I don’t miss that trend. We need to go back to good and wholesome MMOs.”