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❛❛ you’re not going to get caught. i’ll have you home before your dad even notices you’re gone. ❜❜ an undertone of insincere reassurance fills the minimal space between the two, leather - clad frame leaning over center console to rest callous palm on her thigh, wolfish grin offered as a means of false comfort. ❛❛ don’t worry, baby. i’ll take care of you. ❜❜
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❛ come on, just another half hour, ❜ she pleads breathlessly, the soccer ball kicked between her feet as she and liam occupy the soccer field late at night. she’s always been determined —— but given everything they had been through, she hadn’t spent much time focusing on her athletics. ❛ did you know i was the youngest player to make varsity? as a freshman, liam. people expect big things from me, and i’ve BARELY been able to even look at a soccer ball this semester. we’re going to be upperclassmen next year. i have to be at my best. ❜ her feet stop, and she looks back up at him, a small smile painting her lips. ❛ —— please? i’ll make it up to you. ❜
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i hope the baby is alright : ((( if anything it might just be irritated, make the pup lay down and rest it and i’m sure they’ll be alright in the morning!
i cradled the poor thing for a while & my brother is with him now. my dad & i tried to see if it seemed broken by feeling if he had any extra sensitive area’s around his paw / his shoulder, but he seemed okay, there’s one spot in particular that bugs him when someone touches it & that’s what i’m worried about. i’m sure you might be right & it’s just irritated, but he’s such a tiny thing so i’m just !! so !! worried. idk we’ll see how he is in the morning. rn i’m too worked up & i need to chill the heck out.
. why do i do this to myself
lucifer laughs in the corner. it’s a schoolgirl’s giggle, obscene in its levity; he mocks sam’s pain as he grimaces against the pulsating throb of his migraine. the effort to ignore him is almost too great -- and when yet another hallucination walks into the room, he nearly shouts, agony creaking in his ribs.
but this one is impossible to ignore.
❛ no -- no. you aren’t here. you’re dead. jess, don’t do this to me, please. ❜
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❝ YOU KNOW, FOR A SEC - i was almost convinced that you weren’t a complete moron. ugh, you are so typical. ‘ @autredite
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crisp hair slips beneath the cuffs of his jacket, nipping at the skin tucked beneath a layer of fabric, one hand holding a pink carnation while another is stuffed in his pocket, revealing in warmth. the longer he stayed on this planet, the more he was convinced that it got colder every century as winter approached. pale optics gazed down at his watch carefully, taking note of the time. two ‘til six p.m. he was arriving on time, precisely where they said they would meet before they had parted ways a few nights before. a knot suddenly rose in his stomach when he saw her across the street & he brought himself to a complete halt. DON’T DO SOMETHING STUPID. ( you’re there. you’re there. ) the writhing in his gut was unfamiliar. it felt as though it all twisted & pulled at him like he was nothing but taffy; goop; stretched beyond his limits & brought back only to start the process over again. although a part of him, a more sentiment part of him, felt as though it wanted to flutter rather than flee. ever since he lost emma, john had been particular about who he had let into his life. this would be the first time since her death that he allowed himself to even consider the possibility of having more, of trying again. though every part of him that tried to make any sense of this decision screamed “no! don’t do it!”, john felt it was best to listen anymore. for reasons unknown to him, he found it easy to trust her; to open up about more & be him. something about her felt different.
hands curl into fists; nails sink into chilly, rose tinted palms. ( you’re there. he didn’t think you would come. a part of him hoped you wouldn’t come. ) a smile lifts the corners of his mouth when he finds the courage to move forward, carrying himself across the street. you made it. he stops for a moment once he’s reached her, lingers, he doesn’t know what for, but he does. god, it had only been a day & already he found himself counting off & searching for the things he missed about her. finally, a switch flips & the flower is offered. ❝ uh ... there’s a flower cart just around the corner from my place and i couldn’t resist. i didn’t know what you liked, but carnations were highly recommended. so, this is for you. ❞ forgive him if he’s a tad rusty, being out of the game for 80+ years does a damage not a lot of people can fix.
❝ and before i forget, i’ve changed my mind about where we’re going. i have something i want to show you that i think you'll like. is that okay? ❞
