#blcssom

[fauxpunks]

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"y'know, staring at me like that won't make me burst into flames. takes a little more than holy water and scribbling in that little book of yours." he gestured towards her, knowing her old man was probably off doing something holy and there he was, curious about his daughter. "what do you write in there, anyway? curses? feel like that's a totally different religion, but what the fuck do i know, eh?"

[loveshard]

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blaise's expression remained impassive, though a single brow arched at her choice of words. delicate. he supposed that descriptor was accurate, as much as it pained him to agree. her fingers were warm against the bruised skin, and he watched their shared reflection with detached interest, noted the confidence in the way she touched him like she had every right. "delicate is not the word i would choose," he replied coolly, though he tilted his head a fraction to give her better access, betraying himself. "selective, perhaps. i choose my excesses carefully." he'd need to adjust his collar accordingly for the meeting at noon. tedious, but manageable. "but i seem to recall you being the one who required a fifteen-minute recovery period," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting, barely perceptible. "twice."

[thursdaygrl]

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"you know, you can't just waltz on over here every time you're bored and wanna fuck me. least you could do is bring me a dessert or somethin'."

[beingalones]

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"you don't have to take care of me. i'm a big girl, i got it."

[touchbased]

running into an old flame at a family reunion is one thing. running into that one guy you had the best sex of your life with, only to never see him again, only to have his fucking kid, only to then have him turn out to be your new fiance's brother, is entirely another. "nice to meet you," she sputters out, trying desperately to seem like he's a stranger, but probably mostly failing. / @blcssom

[remaineds]

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"twice in one month?" she tilts her head, brows raised and arms over her chest, as she leans against the bar top. it is a little odd, the fact that they went months after the breakup without seeing each other, only to run into each other on two separate occasions. "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're stalking me."

[lambsgod]

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before he could respond properly, river paused to let out a drawn out groan of frustration, resisting the urge to yank on his own hair and instead clenching his teeth to release some of the tension. "this is exactly what i'm talking about! stubborn!" maybe he didn't know all that much about her personally, but he didn't think it was too far of a stretch to assume their relationship had been a net positive on both of their lives. why else would she had kept it up this long if it wasn't? he didn't even know what to say without incriminating himself further, feeling as though he'd been backed into a corner and forced to admit what he himself wasn't even ready to come to terms with, so he merely watched her dress herself with a slight frown on his face, hating how even such a simple act became so enticing when done by her. the comment he'd blurted out before he was even able to think it through came back to bite him as she responded with obvious surprise, though he couldn't tell if that was a tinge of hopefulness he detected in her tone, or if he was just deluding himself. "i mean... yeah, sure. she's great, but she's... i can't see myself falling in love with her. it's just convenient, y'know..." convenient, but not necessary. if they broke up today, he might miss her, but the thought didn't fill him with nearly as much dread as the thought of losing ingrid. "i'm just saying, if she's the problem— if she's the reason you wanna end it... i dunno. it's not, like, serious, is what i'm saying.

[bittcrsuite]

@blcssom liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: mackenzie “mack” akers. 22-26. fashion designer. 

life was so unfair — of course the one person who understood her perfectly had to be the same one that was currently driving her nuts. mack fought the urge to roll her eyes for the millionth time at the other. instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she spoke. “i’d love to agree on one thing — anything.” despite their bickering, there was nobody she’d rather spend time with. sure, it was a little toxic but she couldn’t get enough. “how do you feel about amusement parks? like, would you happily go on kingda ka with me?”