#sunriscn

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“Okay, question: Is it morally reprehensible to not correct someone who thinks I’m you?” 

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“Slater." Kale stage whispered. “Slater. You—” Kale crashed face first into his best friend’s carpet. Kale really should have the distance to the floor memorized by now. He’d only been crawling through his best friend’s bedroom window for years. (Dawson’s Creek who?) "Fuck. Ow.” He rubbed at his nose with a pout. Carpet burn was supposed to be knees only! “Ow, man.” Wobbling like a graceless giraffe, he picked himself back up. “Slater,” he started again, “you fucking missed it. Preston’s party was so fire. You should have been there. The girls were...” He blindly searched for his friend on the bed with a chuckle. “The guys too.” Kale’s speech spun slowly, like wet cotton candy. “Yo, you got clothes I can borrow?” Kale finally crawled on top of the blanketed form, purposely bouncing the mattress. “Wakey wakey, Slay. Don’t make me sleep naaaaaked. You know I wiiiiill,” he sang.” It was true. Kale would. In a motherfucking heartbeat.

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“Nah, see this is exactly the kind of shit that Patrick would pull. Setting me up with a ghost.” Lucas exhaled: a soft clouded scoff. Dating, let alone meeting people in LA, was difficult enough without being supernatural, but he couldn’t be pissed at his friend. Patrick was trying. “I mean, I can’t accidently kill what’s already… you know.” The smoke obscured the silver shine in Lucas’ eyes. “No offense, guy.” He tossed the cigarette onto the cement and stamped it out before clearing his throat with a cough. Wolfsbane fucking itched. “But since you’re here and I’m here, and it’s Halloween, let’s make the most of it.” Lucas grabbed his helmet from the seat of his gray Suzuki with a smile and a shrug. ”What could go wrong with a ghost and a werewolf?”

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"I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?” from ian <3

"Obviously I'm hot, Ian. But I think we're past my charitable donations to your wank fund. You don't even have the casting couch excuse anymore." Delaney lowered her heart-shaped sunglasses from her head to her eyes, her gaze resting on his lower half. She sighed. "I do love working on my acting skills with you though. Faking orgasms has never been more fun." She kissed Ian's cheek, leaving a soft pink stain. "Text me later," she relented, "I might be bored enough to change my mind."

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❝ you are far too good to love someone like me. you’ll find someone better. ❞ from vincent

"I don't want to," she uttered frailly. "I want to love you. You're good and kind and sweet to me." With tear-blurred vision, Krysta closed the flower dictionary on her lap. "Please don't make me."

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❝ look i’m so fed up with everyone knowing you two love each other except you. go kiss them or shut the fuck up about it. ❞ from ian w love

"Ian, what the hell are you talking about? I haven't said anything about being in love with Elijah. When would I—" Realization hit Chase like a snow-covered brick. Chance. That motherfucker. "I'm kicking his ass."

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❝ why didn’t you ever say anything? ❞ dealers choice

The ice in his glass clinked together as it melted. No matter what answer he gave, it wouldn't be the right thing to say. His half-empty cup was chipped around the rim. "Because..." Calvin swallowed. The urge to circle his finger along the jagged edge was inescapable. "Because there wasn't anything to say. It's not like... those feelings were going to change." Calvin's eyes finally met Marty's as he forced his hands to his lap. "Feelings don't have to be talked about. I just need to," sad laughter forced itself past his lips, "handle them better." He offered his friend a smile. "Look, I'm staying away from the ocean. And I even deleted my sad playlist. That's probably progress, right?"

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“I’ve found in general death and dying tend not to be the best conversation starters.” from henry

Mariela nodded. "Yeah, people don't really like when you abuse the skull emoji after "you up?" texts. But I kinda like them. Makes it obvious you want to bone." She grabbed a bread roll from the center of the table. "Seriously though, Henry. You don't have to worry about starters or whatever. Just say what you want to. It's not like we're strangers. We have class together. We have mutual friends. I've seen your dick... twice now?" She swiped butter across the bread and immediately took a bite. "Might as well hit me with the apocalypse theories."