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𝗪𝗛𝗢, victor & mila ( @sentimntls )

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘, victor & easy's apartment

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡, 11am

daylight does no favors. sleep had been stingy with him, offering a bare four of restless hours, with none of them offering anything resembling relief. every detail of the night’s events insisted on replaying in his mind, sharper and more intrusive. he knows there’s nothing to worry about. ana wouldn’t spill the secret out of mutual protectiveness, and in a week or two he and easy would likely fall back into their normal routine of grilled cheeses and movies he doesn’t quite care for. or maybe that was all wishful thinking. either way, not inclined to spend more time with everyone over pancakes, victor occupies the couch. he balances a notepad on his knee as he writes out a list of houses, sifting through each neighborhood, regulars at the volunteer center, a few elders on the outskirts– anyone he can think to check on once the snow lets up and the plows finish their sweep across town. the cataloging does more for his nerves than sleep ever could, his pen pausing only once he catches slight movement out of his periphery that reminds him he isn’t alone. he glances up briefly, finding mila. “sleep well?”

#⋆ 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪 ⤻ thread.#ft. mila #don't look too close it's not good 😚

🫀 : mila alcantara @sentimntls 📍 : the stone house (afters baybee) 🕰️ : sunday, 12:37am

for every party that was had in colossal— well, every party harvey had been invited to, something that had only become more frequent in the last few years, he treated mila like a matching north pole, was repelled every time they got close. his reasoning had changed a few times over the years, he always found some sort of rationalization in his head. when they were really young, and before he had transitioned, it was the social ramifications of his crush. then, for some years, it had been a form of mental torture, a reminder of his wasted potential and much less clean image. at least her being married saved him from that train of thought for some time, gave him something else to simmer on. someone else to blame. at this point, though, there was no denying it. he was just plain fucking nervous. so he's been trying to be more chill lately. less avoidant, at least. maybe if he allowed himself to exist near mila, the concept of spending any significant time or energy engaged with her wouldn't be so daunting. yeah, exposure therapy wasn't enough. he's surprised by her approach, all possible greetings playing in his head at once. ( sup. pretty shit party, right? you look good. heyyy. how's it going? show was cool. your ex's house looks like shit. we should ditch. let's ditch. like, now. hey. hello. mila, right? not that one. definitely not that one. you've known her forever! ) he doesn't realize until she's finished that she had already been speaking, looking over at him expectantly. had she asked a question? fuck. harvey's fingers tap anxiously at the plastic cup in his hand "sorry. um, repeat? it's... loud."

#interaction #ft. mila #this flop

Línea de shots de tequila han sido dispuestos frente a ellas, un pequeño grupo de personas las rodea, y según vocecitas que había logrado escuchar a sus espaldas, el grupo se ha dividido en dos una parte para apoyarla a ella y otra para apoyar a la muchacha, la explicación “ hacerlo interesante” con la idea de que la competencia se sintiera más real “la que termine sus shots primero, gana” expresa el tipo que se propuso como réferi ❝ ¿Cuándo gane qué me vas a dar? ❞ cuestiona, mostrando una sonrisa orgullosa, un vitoreo de apoyo se escucha a su espalda ❝ Me gusta tu chaqueta . . . ❞ ( 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚: @posivnmila )

#━━ ♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒂 [ Interacción ]#ft. mila #contexto: la competencia de shots que me debes desde tiempos inmemorables v:

Where: Elite Beats Who: @mila-nowak

As much as Winter didn’t love the idea of leaving the house, she was a social creature and couldn’t resist a venture out. She left wearing baggy clothes and hoodies or wigs, just in case. There was no way for her to be sure that Elena hadn’t told her family everything she knew. Winter headed to the one place she felt safe, Elite Beats. Not only was it a less likely place for Vipers to be hanging out, she knew all of the staff there and could hopefully trust them not to alert anyone of her presence. The first person she saw inside the building was Mila and she dragged the woman into a corner instantly. “Mila, hey. I’m going to need a booth and the promise that nobody will know I’m here, please.”

#ft. mila

@toxicborn commented for a random starter !

“ I’m colorblind how am I supposed to know which is the right color? ” Sebastian was muttering to himself as he squinted at two seemingly the same peppers. his recipe had called for yellow peppers but whether he had those or orange ones he couldn’t tell. “ Reason 35 why I don’t cook... ”

#//lmk if u need this changed at all !#sebastian && threads #ft. mila #toxicborn

Don't be a fool · Mila & Massimo

¿Cuándo salir del cuarto de Luka y pavonearse en la mansión había sido una sugerencia sensata en su cabeza? No se lo explicaba. Quiso culpar el sueño, quizás el polvo mañanero. Estaba tranquilo, incluso más sonriente de lo normal. Quizás fue esa misma energía que lo había impulsado a otros interiores del hogar, específicamente la cocina, vistiendo nada más una camiseta holgada de Luka con unas tallas más grandes y dejándose al descubierto el pecho completo.

No iba a tardar, eso era lo que se había dicho a sí mismo. Tomaría unos bocadillos, quizás un café y se regresaría al mismo nido. Pero sabía y fue muy consciente de que no regresaría tan pronto, cuando escuchó a sus espaldas unos pasos suaves, pequeñísimos a su parecer. Nada que ver con Luka, que posiblemente ya hubiese soltado una palabra. En ese instante no había más que silencio sepulcral. Massimo dejo su taza de café, cerrando los ojos y suspirando profundo, la próxima vez esperaría a Luka. Giró sobre sus pies descalzos, enfrentando una silueta femenina, ya deducía de quién se trataba

Ah, tan malditamente incómodo --- Con que la prima... --- Massimo aclaró su garganta, quizás arreglando los primeros botones de su camisa con tranquilidad, agradeciendo que la prenda llegaba por encima de sus rodillas. --- No sabía que eran madrugadores por aquí.