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littlebear-z:
“And what if I love you back?” her voice was almost inaudible as she looked at him before glancing away to stop herself from crying. She inhaled a deep breath before looking back at him.
“Then— then— that’s great, right?” He tilted his head to the side, trying to understand her looking away, trying to understand her avoiding his eyes. “Then we can be together and all that, right? If we both love each other then, that’s great?”
@therobbxrs
"Because getting hurt by you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and even though I love you, even though I want you back, more than anything in this world, I can’t deal with you leaving me again.”
okay so there are only three left i’ll do then as soon as i have muse
lxstbrain:
Shaking his head at the other male repeatedly, as he turned around to look at him. “Oh no, no you aren’t saving your ass from that one. Just be lucky I’ve let you back inside. You’ll survive here it isn’t ice cold…” The older male took the Jackson’s hand off of him. “I don’t really like to cuddle anyways, thanks for the offer.”
“Well, I mean, I get it.” He let out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. “If you don’t want to cuddle me, I mean, you wanna spend the whole night alone, without me there to keep you company. Alright, then.” He leaned against the back of the couch, looking at the Kaden with the sort of lost puppy expression that served only to convince people of what he wanted them to do it. Of course, either or not it was effective was a matter of opinion. “—I’ll be here. Alone. Cold. Sad. Holding my pillow so I won’t miss you.”
ofchxrisma:
“Assface,” she countered before he had the chance to keep talking.She was made, but she couldn’t say that things like this weren’t things that she found attractive about him. “Did you know that I’m gonna let you be stupid in the afterlife all by yourself? And I’m gonna keep my butt in this nice warm house, drinking this hot chocolate - the kind that I know you like. All by myself.” They were both stubborn, perhaps too stubborn, but it made them good…most of the time. “By Jack. Have fun out there.” She wondered how long it would take him to realize that they kept a spare key outside., hidden in a discrete spot of course.
“Come on!” He braced himself, moving his hands against his skin, to attempt at feeling a little better, a little hotter. Jack raised his voice, “Babe, please, I’m sorry.” He knew there was probably some key out there, somewhere, to use for emergency, but Jackson couldn’t quite remember where it was, and he was sure he would probably freeze to death before he did. “I’ll do anything for you! Do the dishes, go shopping, stop playing GTA. You name it and I’ll do it! You can choose my punishment.” He looked around the front yard for a second, trying to see if he could remember where it was just by staring at the place. “I’ll make that cake you like! I’ll talk about politics with you! Anything, come on! I’m sorry.”
itsqueenie:
Viviana felt her breath catch as he stepped closer, and she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. He made her nervous, in the way that she felt like her head was spinning especially when he flashed that perfect smile, or stood as close to her as he was now. It made her lose any trace of rational thought. Slowly, she closed the small space in between them, meeting his lips with hers. She had wanted him so badly. If she were being completely honest, she didn’t care about his wife, nor did she care that he was her employer. Her attraction for him had been getting stronger by the day, and urges she knew she couldn’t suppress for long had started building.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, unable to stop the smile on his lips, midway through the kiss. The truth was everything about James and his wife was messy, and cluttered. The truth was everything about him and Viviana easy and simple. The truth was that James was tired of having to argue to ask his wife how was your day, tired of having her list everything he did wrong, when he could go to Viviana and talk about anything and everything without a problem. The truth was Viviana was one of the most beautiful woman he had even seen in his life, and standing near her was enough to take his breath away, and compared to that, compared to her everything fell short.
atelophxbiia:
though he has his head turned against the light, he can still hear && he’s not sure if he should read it as a GIFT or a C U R S E . panic rises in his chest as he hears the clatter of metal against metal—the heavy weight of tools, the lighter clinks of a thin knife——— ( undoubtedly left D U L L so he wouldn’t have the pleasure of a clean c u t )
when the sound of a chair scraping over rattles through the air, harper draws a sharp breath && dares to look. he knew he had to look at some point—there was no differ- ence if it was N O W or L A T E R . it was only a matter of time.
his eyes flicker over the other has he speaks, not to memorize his features, but more to R E A D him—hope to A N T I C I P A T E his next move. but his people skills were rusty at best && the look on the other’s face made it more && more obvious that he was COMMITTED to whatever act he was about to do. && there was no A P P E A L that would leave him unscathed.
he tries to take another breath, but finds it stuck in his own throat.
“ зачем? ” he stutters in panic—stumbling at B E S T . swallowing hard, he tries again. “ why? what do you W A N T ? ”
“is that russian? —i have a russian friend. — a little cold over there, right?” he chuckled letting the smile hang on his lips. truth was, owen liked it best with the sense of confusion. when his false charisma was easy to see through, and the other, whoever it was, thought he was crazy. he liked it best when they were sure that he was NOT the kind to negotiate with and they were better off just giving him whatever he wanted.
he leaned forward on the chair, twisting head just a little, just to make sure he could catch the other’s eyes. “listen, this is gonna be really, really easy. you don’t have to worry at all...” his tone was kind a soft, the expression somewhat concerned and reassuring. “when i ask you a question, you answer it. if it seems like you are telling the truth, i move on to the next one. if it seems like you are lying. you get a little hurt. you answer everything and you leave. you don’t answer and you are going to ask me to kill you. — also i don’t know is not accepted answer, so— —piece of cake, right?.”
he got up from the chair before he could hear the other’s answer, taking one of the knifes from his tool table into his hands “so... childhoods. crazy, right?” owen leaned the point of the knife against his thumb, turning at around on his hand in a playful manner. “my childhood i was beating the shit out of kids on the street to get their bikes. —what about you, buddy? what were you doing when you were ten? and remember, BE HONEST.”
inhcles:
mica was careful as she allowed the other to step closer, her heart aching at how she was easily giving in. “ how many times does it have to happen before you finally stop ? ” she looked down at her beat up, old converse before shaking her head slowly. “ this isn’t fair. you know i can never be mad at you for such a long time.. i’m so helpless, ” she choked out a quiet sigh before taking a step back, removing herself from him.
“ it won’t happen anymore. i swear, i just— ” he sucked in his breath, through grinned teeth. the sense of powerlessness taking over him. zach ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, and putting it back where it should be in a few seconds. “ i don’t want you to feel like that, dear, i’m here for you, i’m never gonna leave. —— that— her— it didn’t mean anything. ” he wanted her feel better, he wanted for mica to understand that in someway all of girls didn’t make him love her any less, but he couldn’t quite find the words for it.
littlebear-z:
Zelda was taken back by his statement, her eyes darted downwards and her brows furrowed slightly. “Who told you that?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Zelda, it doesn’t matter.” He was waiting for her eyes to find his. For him to be looking at her before he could say anything else. This felt wrong, any other way. “Did you hear me? I feel like I’m love with you.”
motiones:
“What? And I look like I know much about Math and geography?” Fayza, as a joke, pretended to feel affronted. Of course she knew much about the subjects, and combativeness was never in the quiet half-Lebanese jokester’s nature. She listened and nodded. “Sure; I’ll help you.” Nicking a line from Brooklyn Nine-Nine (whether purely as a joke or her strange way of flirting was unclear, perhaps even to herself), she told him, “But there is one rule: You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”
The laugh escaped his lips before he could quite process the source of the quote. Jackson nodded, “I thought rule number one is that you gotta have fun,” He joked, chuckling lightly. Jackson hadn’t talked to her all that much that year, but he knew that Fayza was kind. He knew that if she was willing to help him, she wouldn’t be the type to make fun of him for not knowing simple stuff, and honestly, that was what he needed the most at the moment. “—But yeah, yes. Rule noted, and accepted. Not fall in love. Anything else I should know?”
notsogeniusgirls:
Natalie let out an agitated sigh. “No shit, Sherlock!” The blonde exclaimed angrily. Tightening her jaw, she looked at him square in the face. She was far too surprised and annoyed to even notice how heavy his accent had gotten. “Why the hell did you want to see me, huh? And why the fuck didn’t you just listen to me and just stay away, huh?!”
“I’m a very persistent man.” Oleg stepped closer to Natalie, shaking his head slightly. He had been meaning to say something to her the last time argued, something that was important before she told him not to come back. He was there to say it, but standing in front of her, seeing her anger, the memory slipped out of his mind. "Come on, Natalie. —Why do you keep pushing me away? I am trying to make this work.”
emotioncl:
taylor laughed. “people really find it hard to say your name?” taylor noticed the signs of lack of sleep in the other, but he wasn’t about to say anything when the bags under his eyes had bags. “good call, the food is shitty. i guess it’s okay if you’re starving, but.” he shrugged. “right. there’s the pizza place, there’s the twenty four hour diner….also known as god’s gift to hospital workers. uh, mcdonalds. i don’t usually eat, if i do it’s a chocolate bar from the hospital. i mostly live off their gross coffee. pizza does sound good though.” taylor chuckled. “some of that hospital food makes me feel sick, so i try to avoid it.”
“i don’t think they find it hard to say it. i think people just mostly just don’t care.” he chuckled, shrugging lightly. “it’s just a name you know, like, i don’t care. it’s just weird when people ask me shit like do you smoke cigars? do you dance salsa?” he shrugged his shoulders again, turning so they could go to the pizza place. “man, you are gonna die, you know that, right? i mean, i get eating bad shit for you when you don’t have time. i run on junk food when i have to pull an allnighter.” of course, jorge knew being a lawyer and staying up all night to finish paperwork couldn’t be nearly as stressful as being responsible for someone’s life. “but coffee and chocolate bar. i’m not even a doctor, and i give you three month tops.”
notsogeniusgirls:
Raising her eyebrows in recognition of the foreign accent, she nodded. “Ah, yeah. You’re definitely not from around here, huh,” Georgie offered him a small smile. “There’s a nice little place not too far from here. It’s just around the corner, if you go left at the end of this street.”
“That obvious?” He chuckled, nodding at her. His head turning to look for the place she mentioned. “Is that the cafe with the bearded guy? Because he says, he can’t understand me.” Henrique wasn’t exactly sure of his geographical local all together. He may have walked through that street a few times.
notsogeniusgirls:
Hadley nodded quietly. “I understand. Can’t stay I have too much more experience with this kind of thing. But, if we both want this. Then, I’m sure we can still make it work. We’re just going to have to… figure out how to make this work. I can wait, if you have to leave. But I’d like to know that you will come back for me”
“I’m sorry,” He whispered steeping closer to her. His voice low and soft. “I’ll text, I’ll call, I ‘ll do something when it happens again, I promise.” Viktor didn’t mean to hurt her. He knew leaving without notice wasn’t exactly the best way to deal with the situation, he knew this would strain whatever it was that they, but he hadn’t been expecting for anything to still be possible when he got back. He hadn’t been expecting for someone that could wait. “I don’t—” His voice broke. Words stopping at the back of his throat. “I wouldn’t—— I want this. I don’t want to have to lose you.”
notsogeniusgirls:
Yolanthe gave him a skeptical look. “Because your FBI agent sister, wouldn’t catch on to a lie like that? Come on, now. You sure you want to deceive your own sister like that? Can you really not find some other really hot chick to do that with? I mean, who knows. Might end up hitting it off really well and maybe something will actually come of it that way!”
“Oh, come on, Yoyo, you are hot. Ish, at least.” He chuckled, “I got this all figured out. She is not gonna question it. And it’s much easier with you, than with anyone else. We already know the story of how we met. We’ve done amazing things together. I bought you chocolate, and alcohol that one time, remember? It’s almost like we are couple. Expect, you know, we don’t sleep together, and we wouldn’t want to. —If help me, I’ll buy you chocolate. No, actually, I’ll buy you anything you want. Mexican soap opera dvds, Prada purse, a more comfortable couch for your apartment. You name it.”
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“Thing is... I don’t know much about math or geography. I’m nice looking and I have an okay body. Internet says I don’t need school. But musical.ly hasn’t really been a profit so far and Vine is dead, so... Can you maybe help me? Tutor me, or something?”