#seventcen

[bubblisk-blog]

text message. / quinn

mae: you sure know how to make a girl think about'cha the next day, don't ya? ;)

mae: i'm never distracted on the job, and yet... here we are, hiding out in the locker room.

mae: i gotta say, blondie. you impressed me. beyond that, even. you blew me outta the damn water.

[onyxedideas]

Texts >> Quinn

Edie: Your genes are too strong, I demand some sort of compensation

Edie: I'm on my way to the ER...your son just broke his arm

Edie: because for some god forsaken reason he thought doing somersaults on his bed in the dark INSTEAD OF SLEEPING LIKE HE WAS MEANT TO DO was a good idea

Edie: he's fluctuating between crying because he's in pain and laughing at the fact that I'm frustrated.

Edie: AGAIN, YOUR GENES ARE TOO STRONG.

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text // blondie 👦🏼❤️

jonah: i’m glad to know you think of me when you’re drunk

jonah: 😉

[spiritgold-blog]

THEY ARRIVE MUCH LATER THAN INTENDED ( not that they try particularly hard to keep to a schedule in the first place ) and when the magic settles and the shop lays down its roots, wren finds sunset, fiery and wild, against the seattle skyline. the oranges, reds and pinks bleed into each other above a muted horizon and if they didn’t know any better, they’d think it was paint splashed across a wide canvas, the strokes of color almost too smooth, too real to be untamed.

yet here they are, unfurled across the sky by no one’s will but their own. the sight of it is something all-encompassing and wren’s usually busy mind hushes ( even if just slightly ) before its sway ---- they’re absolutely taken.    it’s quite beautiful, zara cuts in from her usual perch, putting words to the emotion swelling in her witch’s chest as she often does. will we stay long? with thoughts occupied and emeralds steady, wren’s answer doesn’t come quickly ; rather, the words are languid, a half-present who knows before they’ve turned on their heel to reach for their coat.

they never could sit still for long. 

he’s here, you know.

no elaboration or explanation, it’s an ominous statement on zara’s part ---- enough to have wren stilling in their tracks with charcoal-stained fingers slack about the doorknob. but that’s all the familiar gets out of them before they’re adjusting their coat over hunched shoulders and stepping into the city, lips curled in a knowing smile.

as if they hadn’t felt him already.

@seventcen

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“You’re always number one.” :))

jonah felt as though his heart was in his throat, his breathing hitching and his chest compressing as the blond spoke. he didn’t know what to say, nobody had ever confessed even half the stuff quinn was confessing to jonah before, and he loved every second of it. he wasn’t sure if he’d love it if it was anyone else, though, but the fact it was quinn made everything he was saying even more stomach flipping than it would’ve been had it been someone else.

the brunet’s heart raced, his grin shining from ear to ear and he had no doubt at all in his mind that the dimples he’d been - arguably - graced with were out in full force. truthfully he didn’t know whether what quinn was saying was more important or should he say more meaningful because they’d just finished having sex, but either way all jonah knew was that he’d never cared for anyone as much as he cared for the blond to his right.

“i love you, q,” jonah heard himself whisper, turning on his side and resting his head gently on quinns shoulder, feeling the blond’s arm worming around his back and pulling him into his boyfriends body. he gently placed his lips against quinn’s collarbone, letting his lips linger in an attempt to show the other boy just how much everything he did truly meant to jonah as well as just how much he actually did love him.

“you mean the world to me.”

[ephemeralightsarchive-blog]

          — // ( @seventcen. ) //

      HE JUST ABOUT FUCKING HAD it all with quinn, hated him for what he had done to their clothes. instead of folding them & putting them away, he just threw them everywhere; after all of the hard work flint had put into washing & ironing them. he was b e y o n d pissed & he shouted quinn’s name before he could even begin to think of a nicer way to break it to him. “ you fucking dickhead! are you doing this on purpose!? “ flint shouted, taking one article of clothing & throwing it right at the blond’s head. “ do you fucking know how much work i put into washing & ironing these, you fucking bellend!? “ he nearly screamed, dropping himself on the floor like a child whom was having a fit. “ it’s like everything i do for you is never appreciated, unless i take your dick in my mouth, jesus christ! “

[ephemeralightsarchive-blog]

          — // ( @seventcen​. ) //

      THEY HAD BEEN FAKING IT for a long, long time & flint didn’t know whether or not he could do it for much longer. when quinn had asked him as his best friend to fake a relationship with him, he had consented within a heartbeat because yeah, that meant free sex & everything, couldn’t think of anything better but... somewhere along the way, he had caught something horrible called feelings & he sure as hell didn’t know what to do with them because it was kind of obvious that quinn wanted him for nothing other than sex. so, he’s sat on the edge of their bed in the morning (their bed) & running a hand through his hair; looking over his shoulder to see a sleeping frame laying there & dearest god, he looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. flint wanted to devour him all over again, have quinn take advantage of him in every way he possibly wanted because he was a l l o w e d to do it; even more so, flint wanted him to. “ babyyy, “ flint whines as he turns around on the bed, getting on all fours & dropping himself flush against the blond male; an arm wrapping around his torso. “ wake uuuuup. “

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text // blondie

jonah: the netflix has been turned off because the account has no money in and now im bored