#matchesburnt

[farsgone]

     closed starter for @matchesburnt ! liked this.

         “ you embarassed the shit out of me tonight acting out like that, you know. what the hell were you thinking? ”

[silverliines]

« — closed : @matchesburnt — based on this

showing up to the bar they frequented — on a rare night off from games and training —, blaise had a plan. felt like the moment had come to stop pretending the other didn't own every piece of his heart. that the word friend was too small and insignificant for what he felt for them. tonight was the night. lay it all out there. risk it all. but way his eyes naturally gravitate toward them is a curse upon arrival : catching sight of them locking lips with some other guy he only faintly recognizes. swallows down the bite of humiliation and beelines for the bar instead of his best friend ––– already halfway through a pint of beer when they saddle up beside him. “ so much for spending time with me tonight. ” poor attempt to make it sound light and breezy while casting them a brief glance.

[loveshard]

👫 harper + ophelia

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ophelia has probably painted tiny portraits of max (harper's pug) wearing different sweater outfits. harper has one framed and proudly displayed on his classroom desk.

harper hates public displays of affection in principle, but once ophelia's pregnancy bump became more visible, he could not stop putting his hand on her back in public, promoting the baby at checkout lines, and glaring at anyone who walked too close to her. he's already in overprotective dad mode and completely shameless about it.

ophelia, harper's mother, jackie, and harper's sisters, hallie and ilana, have a relationship that operates entirely independently of him, which harper finds both deeply reassuring and mildly suspicious. they text regularly, and probably have a group chat. jackie has likely shared embarrassing childhood stories/photos of harper to ophelia. he's asked his mother what she's been sharing, but he never gets a straight answer. he's accepted that he's outnumbered by the women in his family.

ophelia paints quietly in the spare room with the door open, harper writes loudly in the bedroom using the bed as his office. max splits his shift evenly between the two rooms.

[trackmind]

⋆.𐙚 ̊ @matchesburnt !

“ you didn’t honestly think someone like me would be interested in someone like you … did you ? ” questions, tone abrasive, breath reeking of bourbon. “ it was just a kiss. ”

[trackmind]

⋆.𐙚 ̊ @matchesburnt !

“ i don’t need you to say anything back, ” falls quietly from brims, gaze averting theirs. “ i just … needed you to know. ”

[trackmind]

⋆.𐙚 ̊ @craviiiings !

“ what are you doing here ? ” digits grasp forearm gently, pulling her aside. “ do you think i have a death wish ? your brother would kill me if he knew you were here. ”

[felale]

@matchesburnt     ‘  it  must  be  nice  to  always  be  the  center  of  attention.  ’     🇭🇹    he  couldn’t  even  hold  his  laughter  at  that.  head  quickly  jolting  to  the  side  with  a  face  that  screaming  it’s  not  that  bad.  quincy  was  made  for  fame.  would  act  like  he  was  before  this  ever  happened.  he  was  mysterious  and  hot  and  charismatic.  he  knew  a  lot  of  people  from  random  parties  he  can’t  even  speak  of.  “  you  sound  jealous,  ”  as  they  make  their  way  through  the  shouting  crowd  and  flashing  lights.  “  it’s  not  always  easy  .  .  .  but  someone’s  gotta  do  it.  ”

[tapedwrists]

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"i can see it, the life i could've lived."