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〝 what, you're calling me weird because i said the only person i wanna celebrate with is you? i've been with my guys all evening ––– i'm tired and i wanna be with you now, silly. 〞
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〝 what, you're calling me weird because i said the only person i wanna celebrate with is you? i've been with my guys all evening ––– i'm tired and i wanna be with you now, silly. 〞
open to: f. premise: y/m is over it because cameron forgot their anniversary date & is trying to buy brownie points with grocery store flowers and a slushie.
❛ i swear i didn't realize how late it had gotten, but, um, i brought you these. ❜ he doesn't bother with excuses anymore, one too many occurrences having taught him better than. doesn't bother toeing off his shoes, either. it's no coincidence that he insists on lingering by the doorframe. ❛ i know you're probably pissed, and our reservations were hours ago, but we don't need to ruin the night, right? we could still have a nice night, go look at the stars and stuff. you and me. ❜
' how am i supposed to tell you i don't wanna see you with anyone but me ? ' . . . based on nobody gets me by sza .
𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 // PARA
𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @camevanss
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Thursday, December 31st. Evening.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Clarington-Smythe residence.
Noah’s new year’s resolution and her current desire in general was to break away. Anyone with a set of eyeballs could probably see that: the dye job, quitting the Cheerios, coming to parties more often. She was trying to break out of her shell and so far, she didn’t have many complaints. She felt like a real Laney Boggs, but if Laney wore more black and had to live up to her sister’s reputation. That’s partially how she found herself at the Clarington-Smythe household, nursing a vodka mixed drink. She didn’t find it particularly tasty and she was still on her first drink, but baby steps, right? She was sure she’d acclimate to the taste of alcohol eventually.
Moving along the sea of bodies in her path, her eyes focused on a face she knew too well. Cam Evans, in the flesh and her stomach did a small somersault. Noah hadn’t seen the guy for a couple of weeks and the brunette simply brushed it off as such. “Cammy,” she drawled out, raising her cup to him. “Happy New Year,” she smiled giddly as she tilted her cup up to her face to take a sip from her drink. “What’re you drinking on this fine evening? Wait, wait, wait! Let me guess!” She held up a finger as if to signal him to stop talking before he could start. “Rosé! I’m right, aren’t I? I know I’m right.”
SMS / 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 & 𝐜𝐚𝐦
lemon: hey! so ik i've been kind of incognito around you and i just wanna kinda apologize for that
lemon: after halloween and the cheerios and everything i've been like really weird but we're fine right? like no hard feelings about what ~happened~?
it’s been a couple of days, mickey lucas and cam all stuck together on the safe house ( was this their child home ? did it mean nothing ? mickey was dying to know ) as the snow poured outside. michael had been loitering around the rooms, avoiding both blondes as much as he could. after everything that had happened when they first got there, the man wasn’t sure he was wanted there; they hadn’t kicked him out yet, so he stayed. ❛ i’m making hot chocolate. ❜ he told cameron one afternoon, arms crossed over his chest. it was the first time he had initiated conversation with her, not that michael was aware of that. ❛ i made lucas drive god knows how many miles on that snow so we could have marshmallows with it as well. there’s also scotch, if you want to roll it like that. ❜ / @pcrtysovcr liked for a starter !