#lightshcwer

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🌙 || starter for @lightshcwer from evan lin

"I've been to many strange places...but this is a new one."

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Cont. from @lightshcwer || Ben and Pilar (x)

At the comment, Ben sighed and glanced to the ground, swinging the strap of his rifle over his shoulder once more.

"Exactly, I told you not to wander. There could be anything out there and the last thing I need is you getting yourself in trouble." Granted, she had got him out of trouble just as many times as he had for her, so he wasn't one to speak. Still, he could not risk anything happening to Pilar. He had grown to care for her in a way that he could not explain, and it was probably why he was so harsh on her. "Apology accepted. Did you find anything?"

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grayson couldn't pull off his own shirt, let alone impressive gifts that were shoe-ins to remain in clover's good graces. has to bite her tongue in order to keep the proverbial ( or, maybe in this case, literal ) bile from coming up. "i'm not anymore. you realize you can't get away with everything just because it's your day, right?" not month, she's deliberate with it, and doesn't even bother addressing the spoiled remark. clover knows what she is and as much as minjeong hates it, the lovestruck of the two enables it more than clover could ever imagine. with an exaggerated eyeroll does she finally hop off of the couch, snatching the necklace from her best friend with very little grace before stepping behind her to drape it over her décolletage. "it's like your hair doubled in volume. keep it tamed for a second, will you? hard to see where the clasp is...."

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doyoon scoffed, but the sound was low, more exhale than laugh. he didn’t meet her eyes right away, gaze instead fixed somewhere over her shoulder like he was still recalibrating after the adrenaline spike. “didn’t get punched all over the face,” he muttered, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, though more out of habit than necessity. “just the lip.” this was said nonchalantly like it made the situation improved, he finally looked at her then, brow raised like her comment had short-circuited something in his brain. kiss it better? it wasn’t that he was blushing, exactly - he never really did - but the tips of his ears had definitely caught some of the summer heat. “i think i’ll pass on that particular brand of first aid, but thanks for the offer.”

despite this comment, he didn’t move away when she dug through her purse, didn’t bat her hand aside when she got close enough to tend to him. if anything, his posture softened just a touch, enough to make it clear he wasn’t about to bolt. “he was lucky i held back,” he added under his breath, then louder, “you really okay, though? that guy put his hands on you.” it came out flatter than he intended, but underneath it something colder simmered. not anger for show, but real anger, quiet and tightly coiled. "you'd think by the year 2025 that more people would learn manners." of course that was only proving to not be the case time and time again.

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"there is no alternative, that's the point i'm making. it's not a reflection on you that nothing comes out of this." because, again, it's not really mallory's job to ensure that elira was good at all times. the poor girl would just lie to herself into believing that it was until seriously proven otherwise. eyes snap up from the orange she'd been peeling for what seems like ages, the piths of it now scattered all over. "it's not you making me uncomfortable." it was the guy who she effectively sat through a date with all night and had his grubby pawns on her when he shouldn't have. "you know it's not in my nature to be... that." hell, she can't even say it.

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@lightshcwer continued from here

TRUTHFULLY YURI HADN'T EXPECTED for Daeho to ever make that date tonight, not with how busy he'd been throughout the day. That's the issue with her brother, dealing with the business that he did meant issues needed to be handled personally and that meant relationships were put on the back burner. It wasn't the first time Yuri would encounter one of Daeho's dates or girls who came looking for him, and she's sure it won't be the last. But Menekşe looked like she was completely defeated, the state of her dress was a clear example of that. Yuri took a final drag from her cigarette, putting it out in the nearby ash tray.

"I'm dropping off some work for Daeho that he'll need tomorrow, thought i'd stick around for a quick smoke." She replied with a shrug, crossing her arms over her chest as she took in the state of Menekşe. "If you came here to confront him he's probably out for the rest of the night." Yuri stood, walking slowly towards the other woman with a raised brow. If she were being honest with herself Yuri has noticed how attractive Menekşe is, it would take a blind person not to see it. And she always did think Daeho never appreciated all the pretty things he had. "Daeho is a real catch huh? Kind of makes you want to be with someone who actually wants to be with you doesn't it?"

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for / @lightshcwer participants / kristofer & the muse of your choice! story / kris and your muse went to high school together where he was the stereotypical nerd that no one paid attention to and your muse was the popular student that everyone knew the name of. now they're grown up and have lived separate lives, but kris never forgot about your muse. now their paths have crossed again and his crush starts up like it never left (probably because it didn't), but kris is slightly more obsessive than he used to be. based on sixth bullet point. setting / a bar or restaurant, probably in a small town where they both grew up?

kristofer eyed them from across the room, sipping noisily on his half-melted piña colada. the bartender had been irritated by the request, but kris only liked fruity drinks where the alcohol couldn’t be detected until he was halfway on the floor and feeling dizzy. he was unabashedly staring—he had a lifelong problem with eye contact, either he couldn’t hold it or he held it for too long—but it was just so uncanny. how the most popular student in school almost twenty years ago still looked the same. he recognized them the moment he sat down, and his eyes hadn’t left them the entire time. not until their eyes suddenly snapped over to him. kris muffled a yelp, darting his gaze to a crack in the ceiling. he hoped they didn’t recognize him, but he might’ve been offended if they didn’t, too. daring to look again, he glanced back to see them approaching. kris smiled dreamily and offered a small wave, then squeaked out a small, shy: “hi.”

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Elio scoffs in offence, shaking his head like he can’t believe she just said that, knowing very well that she’s very correct. In fact, some of the disturbance on his face is genuine, brought forth by the image of Lianne with another man that momentarily appears in his head. “No, I wouldn’t be jealous, actually. Because I respect you. And I trust you. Which clearly isn’t happening on your end. Which is fucking hurtful, you know? It pains me that you have no faith in me. In us.” He allows himself to stumble backwards, fingers wrapping around Lianne’s wrists to keep her close, though his grip is gentle enough that she could break out with ease. “Stop calling it kissing! I told you I was just greeting her, that’s what I always do. It’s because I’m half Italian.”

Clearly, it’s time to switch tactics before this completely spirals out of his control. The annoyance on his face makes room for something heart-broken, sympathetic, as he takes a step closer to her. Empty words of comfort and pleading die on his tongue and what comes out instead is surprised, uninhibited laughter that nearly has him doubling over. “Baaabe! You’re not allowed to be this funny during a fight. Oh my God. Touching on her grass?” Even simply repeating it has his voice quivering with laughter, another round of giggles barely contained via a shaky deep breath. “Don’t do this to me, baby. Things are so good. You know how obsessed with you I am… would I ever do anything to hurt you? This is all just a very silly misunderstanding.”