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          He’s  tickled  by  a  jolt  of  WARMTH  and  rooted  in  place  by  her  words ,  realizing  that  for  the  first  time ,  he’s  able  to  play  along .  Even  as  their  arms  sway  in  time  together  and  the  corners  of  his  lips  quiver  under  the  weight  of  his  exuberance ,  there’s  a  stillness  between  them .  Nothing  rushed .  But  as  seconds  creep  by ,  the  silence  makes  the  sliver  of  distance  between  them  feel  like  a  deep  chasm .  So close ,  and  yet ,  he’s  bound  on  all  sides  by  the  SORCERY  of  their  game .  (  AND  he  just  didn’t  want  to  lose  ––  again ) .  Joe’s  eyes  drop  to  her  lips ,  tracing  their  soft  outline ,  and  he  notices  them  drawing  closer ,  closer  .  .  .  until  mercifully ,  her  lips  brush  his .  He  smiles  into  her  touch ,  nearly  lifting  a  hand  to  her  cheek  until  he  remembers  she  hasn’t  yet  released  him .  When  she  finally  liberates  him ,  he  lets  out  an  exasperated  sigh .  ❝   GOD ,  how  do  you  always  hold  it  for  so  long  ?  That  felt  like  FOREVER .   ❞   A  gentle  squeeze  is  pressed  into  her  palm  as  he  follows  her  past  the  threshold .   ❝   Look ,  I  .  .  .  don’t  have  a  great  excuse ,  but  I’m  hoping  to  make  up  for  it  with  my  charming  personality  and  commanding  presence  –––  commanding  as  in  I’m  really  hoping  I  can  command  that  freezer  to  conjure  up  some  rocky  road  ?   ❞   In  a  flash  his  expression  becomes  that  of  a  starving  puppy .  But  even  beneath  his  theatrics ,  his  eyes  glisten  with  PRIDE  that  yes ,  his  soulmate  really  knows  him .   ❝   Y’know ,  I  was  thinking  we  try  one  of  those  escape  rooms  –  without  Frank  or  Nancy  since  they  can  be  buzzkills –  but  first ,  you ,  me  and  two  bowls  of  ice  cream .   ❞

      “you really think my freezer wouldn’t have rocky road? come on, hardy, i’m no AMATEUR.” she opens it up and takes out a half full container, waving it in his face with a giggle. “two bowls, joss style, coming right up!” bess announces proudly as she hands him a spoon and takes another one for herself. she motions for him to take a seat on the couch, and quickly scooches herself beside him, handing him his share. “ooooh, that sounds fun! you know, i personally think we’re the smartest people in the crew, but people can never look past our good looks and hilarious personalities. tragic, really,” the blonde jokes as she takes a spoonful of her treat. “i don’t know if we’d be able to livetweet, though.. aren’t they timed? that’s so much pressure...” but then again, the look on frank and nancy’s faces when they hear about it --- ESPECIALLY if, no WHEN, she and joe beat it --- would be priceless. she may not be a world famous teenage detective, but bess had had her fair share of experience in the world of sleuth. and this would probably have no scary men in masks or ghosts or terrifying old ladies! sold. “never mind, i’m in. but first, tell me about your case! there might be some good skills you learned that we could use to our advantage. oh, also --- ned and nancy are OFF right now, so we might want to stop by ned’s soon and offer our poor milk boy some good old joss support.” bess had already watched 10 Things I Hate About You, She’s All That, and A Cinderella Story, but maybe the fourth time’s the charm when it comes to a (yet again) heartbroken ned nickerson. plus, joe would definitely help. i mean, it’s JOE. 

     ugh, the thought of him makes her lovesick all over again, so she’ll just swiftly take his hand in hers and quickly kiss his knuckles. you know, just to triple check that he’s really here. 

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rostovas1x1:

DAPHNE ┊❀

        “He does not look like John Mulaney!” Daphne’s fingers rake softly through her boyfriend (her actual boyfriend’s hair) –– lovingly would be the best word. But as soon as Ned’s attention is diverted from her innocent face, she sends a fiery glare in Joe’s direction, and whisper-hisses, “I told you that in private.” 

       “Oh, come on,” Joe huffs, willing his two-course lunch ( burger and pizza ) to stay down at the show of affection between his friends. It was a stark contrast to his best friend’s last relationship, though, which was probably for the best. Ned needed a gentle touch to keep him from sending milk cartons spiraling through the stale air of their apartment. A glint lit his eye at Daphne’s rebuke, but he kept his lips sealed. “That guy is on fire right now, Ned. You could totally milk it for all it’s worth!…Heh, get it? Milk?”

     “You two are the worst,” Ned says with an eye roll, taking Daphne’s hands off his hair dramatically (but still intertwining their fingers so the affection isn’t totally gone. He would never.) “Will you ever let the milk thing go? Huh?” He asks with the best annoyed expression he can muster, but it’s hard when he’s not actually mad. We’re well past that. (Plus, he likes feeling like a part of something. For once.) “Besides, I really don’t see it! We just have similar... bone... structure....” He sighs. 

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“i do NOT look like john mulaney!” @rostovas1x1

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rostovas1x1:

       "Listen, Bess. I’m a fan favorite, it just doesn’t get better than this,” his hand made a dramatic swoop over his figure. “I’ll admit, the aesthetic adds a bit of that je ne sais quoi –– I’m pretty sure that’s actually French, by the way –– but the fame and dazzling smile are all mine.” He didn’t bother pushing the point that he’d gained at least part of his following from the work he did with his brother because, well, for one, it was just petty, but also because she was partly right. Whether he had a following separate from her or not, their bond gave his social media accounts –– and, on a larger scale, his life –– that extra sparkle. 

“Nice!” He exclaimed, pumping an arm down through the air, filling his quota of fiancé-level enthusiasm. Had this wedding been real, he wasn’t sure the ‘leaves everywhere’ aesthetic would have jived with him, but apparently his pseudo persona was all for it. “Alright, leaf girl’s a go. Let’s do this!” Entering the bakery was an undercover assignment in itself. Joe felt the corners of his lips daring to twitch as he stood comfortably at Bess’ side, allowing her to do all the talking. Had he been in charge, the story might have gotten out of hand. But they had a goal in sight: cake. “Oh, yeah,” he shot back to life at the prompting of her elbow at his ribs. “We have a lot of guests coming in for the wedding, so we want to make sure to find the best option that will keep everyone happy –– maybe even more than one flavor?” A flush fell across his cheeks following the gentle kiss, but like an expecting spouse-to-be, he simply smiled, welcoming the affection rather than openly displaying his surprise.

@brohardy: @bestmarvin A good spy never reveals his secrets 😉 all you need to know is we’re getting cake

@brohardy: @bestmarvin What if I want to have money in this marriage? Wouldn’t that mean we can both afford our own slices? I need food! I have a right to survival!

“Yeah, we have about one hundred people coming, and we just want to make sure they get the best cake in the world! And we were told we would find that here,” Bess says with a wink, trying to warm up the woman behind the counter. Something they said must have worked, because next thing she knows, the two of them are being led to a table, and the blonde is throwing her husband to be a triumphant smile and trying really hard not to giggle. “Just as a warning,” she says to the poor worker who has no idea what she just signed up for. “We are a very picky pair when it comes to food, so be ready to bring us a couple of samples.” Once the woman --- Bridget, according to her name tag --- leaves, Bess lets her laughter escape as she sits down. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. And that it’s working! Team Joss is just unbeatable. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

She twirls the ring she’s using as her engagement ring around her finger, trying not to get caught up in her imagination. But really... she knows her weaknesses, and she knows she’s head over heels for the guy in front of her. She can’t help but imagine that maybe, someday, she’ll walk down the aisle to him. And sure, she has imagined this a thousand times over with every guy she has fallen in love with since she was a little girl, but Joe is... different. He’s an actual, possible, real happy ending. There’s just something about them that clicks --- and that’s supposed to last, right? God, why did she offer this idea? She’s gonna spiral anytime now.... “So, just out of curiosity,” Great. Here we go. “What kind of stuff would you have at your dream wedding? I mean, I doubt you’ve dreamed about it as much as I have --- I mean, not about us, like, our wedding, or anything, just like, weddings in general, and stuff.” Ugh, please let the cake arrive faster so she can stuff her mouth and shut up. 

@bestmarvin: @brohardy pffft i am your wife! i am the greatest survival kit you are ever gonna get!!  @bestmarvin: (yes everyone, that was an incredibles reference, thank you to all who caught it) (did everyone see that new trailer?!?!?!?!) @bestmarvin: IN OTHER NEWS, @brohardy AND I ARE OFFICIALLY TRYING THESE FREE SAMPLES. WE WILL KEEP YOU ALL UPDATED!! 😂✨💯

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rostovas1x1:

“I’m not saying; I’m insinuating. There’s a difference.” Joe stated as if he were establishing fact, but there was an impish glint to his eye as he stole a peek in her direction. He’d known Bess for nearly a decade, yet there was still an element of flirtation between them. They still had it. His smile widened as he caught a glimpse of the flush on her cheeks, pocketing that little moment to himself as they continued in their pursuit of cake. Taking time to enjoy the scenery along their walk, Joe felt assured it would be an exciting afternoon. Bess and cake. A winning combination. “Fall wedding. Right. So are we planning on decorating with different colored leaves, or — ? Maybe instead of a flower girl, we get a…leaf girl.” He looked to his ‘fiancée’ for backup before registering her suggestion with a slow nod. “I like the way you think.”

@brohardy: @bestmarvin Ole Ned Nickerson? Nah, the guy can barely use voice recognition on his phone. The one pure man we have left in this world. @brohardy: @bestmarvin Here’s to our fall wedding!! And I’ve got my eyes on you, Best Marvin. I’m calling dibs on my slice ahead of time.

"Wow. Ruthless. I can’t believe you really think so low of me!” Bess says with a dramatic hand on her chest. “Be honest, half of your followers are because of me, anyway. If it wasn’t for my photo credits --- thanks by the way ---” she squeezes his hand for a quick second, getting off topic, but never missing the chance to show him how much she appreciates how he just gets her. How else would she keep up her aesthetic? “--- and for my cute sappy posts from time to time, you’d only have a hundred, MAX. You’d be nothing without me, Joe Hardy.”

She laughs at how in depth he’s getting, and her mind can’t help but wonder if one day they’ll do this for real... Nope. Come back to Earth, Bess Marvin. That’s dangerous territory. “Duh. Leaves everywhere. Even edible ones on the cake. We’re going all out,” the blonde assures with a smile as she opens the door to the store. “Aw! A leaf girl! That’s cute, I like that. Let’s use it. Okay, ready?” She lets out a sigh, and adjusts her hair before they approach the counter with big smiles, hands still intertwined. “Hi! My wonderful fiance and I were in the neighborhood, and we thought we would stop by! We’re getting married this fall and we’ve been having troubles with our cake choices. We were hoping you could give us a few samples? We want everything to be perfect, right babe?” Bess asks with wide doe eyes, nudging him to play along. She even kisses his cheek to really sell it, and her lips might have lingered a little longer than totally necessary. Oh well.  

@bestmarvin: @brohardy then who exactly is your connection “on the inside” ??? is there something i should know 😨😨😨

@bestmarvin: @brohardy we share a slice, hardy. that’s what marriage is all about. get used to it. also we both know i’d win that fight.

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rostovas1x1:

“What are you talking about? I just checked in the mirror a minute ago and it was fine.” Alex instinctively began to reach for the tie himself, but dropped his hand to yield to her corrective grasp as she closed in on the tie. In the midst of the flurry of activity, he was calm; unconcerned. It was like Emma to fuss over every minor detail in order to ensure the final product was nothing short of perfection         which happened to be precisely why he was certain every possible twist and turn the night could take had already been accounted for. “Oh, now I’m cute.” His brows lifted as he teased her with a smile. If he were more sensitive, he might have felt like another tick on her checklist, but years of steady work together had proven they were a team. Feeling her arm loop through his, he tightened the distance a hair, returning her look with a knowing smile. “Alright. But try to have a good time tonight, okay? You’ve already done an amazing job. Tonight is about seeing all that hard work come together.”

she rolls her eyes at his comment, a smile tugging at her lips. fine, she’ll play. “you’re always cute. better?” emma teases back with raised brows. as sly as he does it, she notices how he inches closer at her touch, and she can’t help but feel her heart beat a little faster. even after all this time, his hold on her is still as strong as ever. “i will, i promise,” she says, dramatically waving him off as he opens the door and they step out into the hallway. believe it or not, emma knows how she gets when it comes to things like this --- she can’t exactly help it. she puts so much of her time and energy and her soul into these things, she HAS to worry about the outcome. and even if she is emma woodhouse, and she never fails ( well... with some exceptions here and there ), she's still ready for any mishap. “thanks for coming with me, by the way,” emma says sincerely as they step into the elevator. “i promise i’ll try to keep you company as much as i can. at least one dance and everything,” she assures with a smile, lowering her hand so it can intertwine with his.

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asteria1x1:

Lilli’s doing her best to soak up as much sun as she can while she waits, knowing that Jess’ shift is due to end any minute. Her mind is wandering, briefly, to the ‘ catch up ’ work she’s already done when Jess greets her. She rolls her eyes. 

“ I will when YOU will. ” She took her weight off the car. “ So, what’re the plans for today? I was thinking we could drive out to that thing in Stamford? I’ve got money for food, gas and anything else that tickles our fancy. ”

he raises his eyebrows at her snarky retort, always still caught off guard by her comebacks. “yeah, well, i do it for income,” he argues with a shake of his head, and an attempted hidden smile. “you’re just being a rebel out of spite.” a friendly dig --- he knew the real reason. she wanted to hang out with him. he still wasn’t used to that. he was used to being alone. her offers were some he couldn’t refuse, though, especially after his tedious shift. he deserved at least some food, especially if it was paid for. “alright, fine. get in, red,” he says as he opens the passenger door of his car for her. “but you have to call luke for me and tell him what we’re doing. if he finds out i’m still skipping school, i’m done for.”

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“alex, please!” emma exclaims dramatically as she approaches her boyfriend. “i can’t have you with a crooked tie. you’re the date of the wedding planner! we need to look good while helping them look good on their big day,” she explains as she straightens his tie for him... though, honestly, it was probably just fine before --- but nothing short of perfection will ever be EMMA APPROVED. “okay, there. good. you’re cute,” she assures him in a moment of calmness, patting his chest approvingly. she didn’t want to overdo it, so his tie didn’t match her dress, but... they were still in the same color scheme. and though the day ahead looked full of possible disasters, having him by her side made emma feel like she could accomplish anything. so she picked up her clutch, took one last look in the mirror, and grabbed his arm with a smile. “alright, let’s go. a dreamy emma approved wedding awaits us!”

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wisteria1x1:

           Daphne’s whole stomach flutters, cheeks warming more than they should, more than should be possible in a room that flirts with sub-zero. What must Ned be thinking? Probably that she’s some sort of incredible actor to be able. He probably hasn’t even noticed the stain of pink splattered across her cheeks. Sometimes, it feels that for all their fake-dating, all the genuine reactions happen to fly right over his head. Boys –– ugh! It’s times like these that Daphne wishes she could turn to Bess and share an eye-roll in sisterly solidarity. But then she has to remind herself that Bess is the last person she can talk to about Ned’s blindness. 

Ironic, considering that without Bess (and Joe) she has to consider whether this whole liking Ned issue would have even been a problem. 

She turns away from the counter and taps the tip of his nose. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” When the ice cream is served Daphne wastes no time with spoons, instead nimbly picking a cluster of sprinkles off with a finger. “The calories don’t count if I’m eating it off yours.” 

Ned never pursued acting. He had dabbled with it when he was younger, playing tree #4 or one of the three blind mice, but it never went any further than his local theatre. He could tell he would be awful, and had only really done it to make his mother happy. However, here he was more than a decade later, totally killing this -- or so he would like to think. But then again, maybe it had nothing to do with hidden talents. Maybe it was because of the fact that he didn’t have to force a single smile or a faster heartbeat around the redhead. Those things just happened on their own. 

But maybe that was just too much to dig deeper into right now.

Ned graciously accepted his cone, making sure to throw the woman behind the counter an extra wide smile for putting up with their “romantics” as he pays for them both. As he walks away, he scrunches his face at her touch. "That’s so not how that works,” he tells her through a chuckle. “Now hands off my cone! You got your own right there. The whole five dollars worth!” 

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@asteria1x1

when jess finally clocked out from a six hour shift, he was instantly blinded by the natural light of the outside world. after a while, your eyes just got used to the low quality lighting of every aisle, and time passed by so slowly, he always forgot that it was still only around lunchtime by the time he was done. after squinting for a couple seconds, his eyes finally adjusted, and he started the walk to his car, only to be greeted by his best friend, leaning on the passenger’s door. he chuckled quietly to himself as he approached. “you gotta stop skipping school, lil,” was all he said with a shake of his head --- though it was hard to hide his proud smile. 

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( @wisteria1x1​ )

it was a friday, and a week since the youngest bennet had showed up on jane’s door, so she decided that pizza sounded like the best idea. with lydia’s help ( which wasn’t really help --- she mostly passed ingredients and watched. but it was okay; jane loved to cook, anyway. ), jane got the kitchen ready, pulling the dough out and shaping it carefully. besides, the two sisters had some things to discuss, and her brain always worked better when she was occupied with another task at the same time. maybe it was because eye contact wasn’t forced, and things just seemed... easier to say. “so, lyds...” she started, wanting to ease into the conversation. “you know i love you with all my heart, of course i do, but... don’t you think it’s time one of us called mom to assure her you’re okay?” jane liked to think that their mother trusted her enough to know that she would take care of her littlest sister, but she also knew her mother. she always had a flare for the dramatics. “i can be in the call with you, make sure she knows it’s okay.”

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rostovas1x1:

        “Huh, that’s weird,” Joe craned his neck to get a better look at her screen, ensuring that she did, indeed have two thousand more than him. “Maybe it’s some kind of fluke. I mean, George is pretty good with tech, right? What if you had her transfer some of my followers to your account?” The concept was asinine, but he knew Bess wouldn’t take offense at his teasing. He beamed, giving her a little nudge and bumping his arm into hers. “Aiming high     I like it ! ” The suggestion of food was enough to rev him up. “Hey, only the best for us, darling,” Shooting his free arm out in a superhero-like pose, he shouted. “Onward!”

@brohardy: In case we do @bestmarvin, at least we have connections on the inside. It’ll be #worthit for that buttercream frosting 8)

“Are you saying I bought  followers? Joe Hardy, I would never! I swear on a cookie dough, mint chocolate-chip, and vanilla raspberry triple scoop cone with sprinkles on top,” the blonde claims, mockingly offended. At his use of an endearing word, her cheeks blushed, despite knowing he was only playing along. Still, anything he did still created butterflies in her stomach. At least there wouldn’t be much acting needed on her part today --- the cake was simply a bonus to talking through her wildest fantasies. “Alright, just to remind you: we’re having a fall wedding filled with aesthetic autumn colors for about a hundred people. Or at least, in this first store we are,” she adds with a smirk.”Any last minute additions to that?”

@bestmarvin: @brohardy are you saying you’re bffs with criminals?? since when is ned in jail?? ;) @bestmarvin: alright, store #1 here we go!! buttercream frosting we’re coming for youuu @brohardy  ♡ ♡ ♡

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rostovas1x1:

Ilya’s rigid exterior wasn’t the result of conditioning, but a combination of pride and self-preservation. He wouldn’t want to think about where he might have ended up had he not learned to tuck his emotions away in favor of the cool objectivity from which his rage only occasionally spewed out. It wouldn’t have been here with her. His eyes were trained on her, admiring the look on her face that was both focused yet serene as she tended to his injured hand. Although he suspected there was a well of emotion hidden deep within her, she somehow always appeared to be at ease. Even under duress, it seemed as if things came naturally to her. It wasn’t something he could relate to, but being in her presence, he always found some of that tranquility to be contagious. In a moment, his peace was gone. Something that felt like lemon juice being poured into his open wounds caused him to grit his teeth, his hand tensing under her grasp. “Yes, well.” He bit his tongue, unwilling to express his doubt. Gaby was strong. Tough. But they had been outnumbered to begin with. Everyone had their limits. Biting back a grimace, he met her eyes with a faint smile. “You’re welcome.”

she feels his hand tense, and, as softly as she can, tightens her grip. “sorry,” she says under her breath, probably so quietly he doesn’t even hear it. she continues to slowly do her chore, trying hard to be as tender as possible. it’s an interesting thing, to be patching up ilya kuriyakin; she knows he probably gets hurt often (she’s seen the bruises and the scars), but she’s never offered to clean him up before. she thought he’d put up a fight, but he complied quite easily, and for that she was somewhat grateful. now she wouldn’t have to owe him for saving her ass back there. at his response, she glares at him for a moment, grip slightly tightening, but decides to let it go just this once. especially when he’s looking at her like that. “yes, right,” gaby says, eyes darting back to his hand. “thank you, ilya.” she is genuine, so she finds his eyes once again to let him know how much, corners of her mouth lifting slightly. “i do still think you should learn to control your temper, but at least it came in handy tonight,” she jokes, hoping it would get his mind off the pain.

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wisteria1x1:

         Daphne has to press her lips together to keep the laugh tickling her throat there. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest boyfriend ever! Ha, get it? Sweetest? That’s funny!” Behind the counter, the woman tending the bar is practically cooing at the display like the two of them are a pair of sickeningly-cute koala bears wrapped around each-other. 

Leaning up, she whispers, “Just a little, but it’s okay. I lo–– I, uh, think we’re doing a great job.” Even if Bess and Joe are acting like nothing is out of order. She blinks when Ned pulls away and her back suddenly goes cold. “I’ll have a scoop of strawberry and mint chocolate-chip.” She eyes the sprinkles like they’re diamonds on display. “Will you get sprinkles on your order for me?” 

He genuinely laughs at her joke, and he’s a little ashamed of the fact. God, she’s got him so around her finger he doesn’t even have to fake laugh at her bad joke? “Ha, sweetest. Good one, babe.” It’s kind of unbelievable that Bess and Joe aren’t noticing how ridiculous the two of them are being --- but then again, they are at Scoop. It would be like taking a crazy Seahawks fan to a game and expecting them to pay attention to anything but the game; in this instance, the ice cream is fixating. 

“Yeah, I guess so. No one’s caught our act yet, so maybe this should be a celebration cone, huh?” he offers with a smile. “What? Oh, uh, sure. I’ll grab some mint chocolate-chip as well, with extra sprinkles, please.” he orders after her. “Why do you want my sprinkles, Blake?”

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“you know, i have like, two thousand more followers than you,” bess points out as she approaches her boyfriend, phone in hand. “i think it’s cause i’m on the brink of being a fashion blogger. i think i just have a certain... je ne sais quoi,” she jokes, teasingly tossing her hair. “imagine --- bess marvin, the biggest social media influencer in the fashion industry!” she jazz hands with a giggle, before linking her arm through his. “anyway, i’m ready! let’s go, dear fiance. we got some delicious times ahead of us.”

@bestmarvin: convinced @brohardy to pretend we’re engaged so we can sample wedding cakes. i’m a genius. let’s hope we don’t get arrested.

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( @wisteria1x1 ) wanted fake dating w a side of pining

“grab any flavor you want and however many scoops, daph. it’s only common courtesy for me to pay for my girlfriend.” he looks to make sure bess and joe heard it, but they’re already too caught up in their ice cream choices, and all he receives are weird looks from the strangers beside them in line. he leans down to daphne’s ear, and whispers softly, “am i overdoing it? i might be overdoing it.” he chuckles a bit, crossing his arms to hide his slight shakiness. “but i really will buy you something. what do you want?” 

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( @rostovas1x1 )

“stay still,” gaby orders, shooting a demanding look at the much bigger man whose bruised hands she held in hers. she brought the wet cloth to his skin, carefully wiping away the blood at his knuckles, knowing it probably hurt like hell, but he’s been trained not to show it. any other time, she would use this to tease, possibly try to get something out of him --- but since the scars were made in her defense, she kept her mouth shut and touch soft; even if she was still rattled that he had come to her aid in the first place. “you shouldn’t have done that. i could have taken them by myself.”