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[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @musicallyiinclined || Pedro and Jake (x)

He couldn't deny the way Jake made him feel every damn time he saw him, enough to send him dizzy. But the fact that it was just a case of showing up when one of them needed something... It wasn't enough for him anymore. He needed more, but he didn't know if it was right to ask it.

"Uh... Sure. Come in." Stepping back, Pedro pulled the door further open so that Jake could enter, chewing on his lower lip as he fought the urge to speak his mind, and his heart.

[erstwhles]

sometimes, there's no coming back from a loss / @musicallyiinclined

Raleigh hums, eyes shut as he slides into the bathroom. His tie is loose around his neck, jacket forgotten somewhere in the house as he steps behind Riley and slips his arms around her waist.

He can still feel the warmth moving through him from the flowing drinks at the charity event. "You look beautiful," he says, not for the first time tonight as he tilts his head to press a kiss against her hair. "Tonight was a lot of fun, actually. Thank you. You were right about not skipping." As if he would ever consider canceling a work-related appearance. It might have been tempting given the way their busy schedules have limited any free time together recently, but after an evening of drinks and dressing up, he can't be too upset. "Even if I think we could have had as much fun here."

[grcveyacd]

he rarely went out anymore unless it was with them, he was always their plus one and usually they would break off for a little bit, and talk to other people. or at least they would talk to others while gabriel awkwardly stood off to the side, sipping his shitty beer while waiting for the right time to intervene. he takes a sip from his red cup, his gaze never averting from them as he watches the host of the party introduce themselves. it was clear that the host was laying it on thick, and trying his hardest to impress them and he had hoped that it wasn’t working. god, he hoped that it wasn’t working otherwise he knew he was going to just miss his shot once again. not that he had ever been brave enough to actually cross that line but, he felt like the possibility of doing just that was going to happen soon enough. he watches as the host’s hand moves to touch their face, and he can feel something inside him stir just from that. he chews anxiously at his lip, watching the two of them for a second more before finishing off the rest of his drink, dropping the empty cup to the ground. “ fuck it. “ he mutters to himself and makes his way over to them.  he doesn’t allow a single thought to process as he squeezes his way in between them, hand moving to push the host to the side.. “ excuse me. “ he moves his thumb below his friends chin to tilt their head up, sucking in a breath before he leans down and pressing his lips softly to theirs, crossing that line.  // @musicallyiinclined, based on this x

[invsiblestringswrites]

continued from here. @musicallyiinclined

"Brunch, of course," Coop agreed, shaking Niall's hand and bringing Connie in for a hug. And then, just like that, the door was shut and it was just. Quiet. And the two of them. And the weight of the night's performance rested uneasily upon him. Who was he supposed to be when they were alone?

He rolled his shoulders back, stretching the muscles there and crossing his arms over his chest, assessing the man before him for clues about what was expected of him now, what part he was meant to play.

"So. This is the part of the evening where I either get undressed, or go home. Either way, I'll be on my best behavior at brunch tomorrow. Up to you," he informed.

[marimelwrites]

🌿🍒 for Radem? 👀

From this Christmas prompt meme here!

With the holidays giving Adem a brief break from hockey, he was happy to be away from the ice for a slight reset. On this occasion, he found himself at a party full of hockey players from various teams, including his brother. Not wanting to be stuck at a party like this without decent company, he had managed to drag Riley along. Somewhere in the chaos of people drinking and letting loose, he had managed to lose Riley. No doubt, Taner had stolen her, not caring the least that she was there to keep Adem company. It there was one person he didn't have to worry about her being around, it was his brother. He knew that she would be in good hands all the same.

When he did find her, standing in a hall all alone, Adem let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, some company that won't require me to talk about hockey." No matter how much Adem loved the sport, he wants a break where he wouldn't have to discuss it. "I was looking for you everywhere, and was beginning to think Taner helped sneak you out of here, or something," he teased while coming to a stop before her.

His eyes caught sight of something hanging above them, only taking a moment to realize that it was mistletoe. The irony of their situation wasn't lost on him. Here he was, under mistletoe, with the woman he had been in love with since they'd been young. When his gaze returned to her, he pointed up slightly. "Mistletoe..."

It was a split second decision, but before he could change his mind and talk himself out of it, his arm shot out, slipping around her to draw her toward him and his lips landed on hers. It wasn't a small peck, even if he'd intended that to start, soon he found himself kissing her gently, slowly, savoring the moment and not wanting this one moment to end, but knowing it had to. He committed everything in those precious seconds to memory.

The moment was gone before he knew it, pulling away slowly to find his gaze landing on her face. "It's tradition, after all, isn't it?" Adem offered her a smile, an attempt at hiding his feelings the best he could. "I could ask you why you're standing under this. Makes me wonder who you were trying to catch." Once again he tried to keep his tone light and teasing. Holding a hand out to her, "Wanna rejoin the party? Or do you wanna slip away and get out of here? Because, in case you're wondering, I'm starving right now for more than little finger foods."

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @musicallyiinclined muses. scott bennett & riley booth.

"I may not have been perfect, but I was willing to give you whatever you wanted." He was almost impressed with the balance between the hurt and the anger as he spoke. "So, what really was the issue, Riley? Was I too available for you to keep your interest or?"

[cheapxseats]

It was December 24th and, of course, Cash had come home for Christmas. The holiday was already in full swing: the tree was decorated, the lights were on, the kitchen smelled of Christmas cookies, hot chocolate was warming on the stove, and the usual chaos had descended upon the Tanner household. Try as they may, Christmas never did seem to go perfectly, and suddenly everyone was running around trying to put out fires (hypothetical ones, of course. Though by the sounds of things, the latest batch of cookies may have been burnt.)

It probably wasn't the best time to bring Alex home for the first time, but it was a little too late to rethink that choice now.

"D'ya wanna get some air?" he asked her, taking her hand. "There's a couple of real nice decorated houses 'round here." // @musicallyiinclined

[saltinherkiss]

@musicallyiinclined​ sent:  [ LOCKED  OUT ] :  for  your  muse  to  be  locked  out  of  their  apartment  &  to  ask  for  help  from  mine (for Holden & Zander?)

Holden groaned in frustration as he felt his pockets and then tried his bookbag. No keys. “Crap,” he muttered to himself before slinking against the wall. He brushed a hand through his hair, and tugged his phone out of his pocket. His roommate wasn’t supposed to get off of work for the next two hours. The breezeway where he stood now was freezing. There was no way he could stand outside of his apartment door for two hours. 

He turned around slowly, eyeing the door directly across from his. Sure, he knew his neighbor a little. A conversation every now and then. But they’d never really hung out. But he could already tell after twenty minutes, he was going to be freezing. So he knocked, letting out a defeated sigh. “Hey uh--Zander, it’s Holden...” he said, hoping if the other heard how desperate he sounded, he’d come open the door. "I got locked out.”