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the way he stammered over his words made her wonder—was he surprised she was still wearing his clothes or did he want his sweatshirt back and just didn’t know how to ask? even after all these months apart, rae hadn’t been able to let it go. it was the last piece of wilhelm she had, the last physical thread connecting her to what they’d once been. “it’s cozy…"  it reminds me of you. the words hovered on the edge of her tongue, but she swallowed them down. “you look good,” the femme offered instead, her gaze lingering just a second longer than necessary. “how have you been?”

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everett's attempted irish exit was for the sake of efficiency. it wasn't the kind of irish exit someone made because they were avoiding someone. it was the kind of irish exit someone made because saying goodbye felt pointless. they both knew he'd be back at some point. if blaine wanted to tell him something he could text. though everett wasn't thinking about anything hypothetical texts blaine could send him later. he was focused on the way blaine's sweatpants clung to his hips. he was snapped out of this train of thought by an impatient boop on his shin. with a snort he leaned forward to hover his head above the cat's ears. "sorry, angel." he mumbled before kissing her on the head. he thought he was above becoming embarrassingly attached to animals. yet there he was, completely won over by a demanding ball of fur. he got back into a crouching position and locked eyes with blaine. "maybe we're kindred spirits." he remarked, still petting the cat. he was joking but there was some truth to his words. there was something cat like about how selective he was with his time. "or maybe it's because i'm here often enough for her to be comfortable with me but not often enough for her to be bored of me." he mused. that explanation sounded more likely. he wouldn't blame her if that was the case. "she does? i admire her dedication." everett looked down at the cat in the hopes that blaine wouldn't be able to see his little fond smile. "if you want to successfully guilt trip someone you shouldn't tell them what you're trying to do." he remarked, focusing back on blaine. everett's mom was a realtor and his dad was a lawyer. he was a nepo baby in the art of guilt tripping. "maybe i can give you some tips on how to guilt trip over coffee?"

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jivika had zero right to act surprised at the reaction she received. she knew exactly what kind of response she was looking for because she needed a distraction from her frustration. she had approached the stranger out of a reckless desire to start an argument. even though she didn't have the right to act surprised that didn't stop her from furrowing her eyebrows. "i was obviously aiming for the ball and i didn't use excessive force. you're just bias and it was a typical dumbass call by a ref." she insisted, gesturing passionately. if she watched back a replay the following day maybe she would change her mind but in that moment jivika didn't want to see sense, she wanted to complain. the stranger's last question caused her to tilt her head to the side incredulously. "are you being serious?" she blinked slowly. she had no idea why the person in front of her would want to buy her a drink ; she played for the opposition and was being combative. "are you trying to make me look like a dick?" she asked before running her hands through her hair. she had enough self-awareness to know she didn't need help looking like a dick. she sighed deeply. "hey, i don't hate you. it's not your fault we lost and the ref sucks at her job. you're just here. but i'll still take that drink. you can try to show me what looks better on me than being bitter about today's loss, whatever your name is."

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“i was! seriously, amazing show. i think it was the best i’ve ever seen you.” eden often tried not to gush too much. she didn’t want to seem insanely uncool but considering the way she followed the group around like she had nothing better to be doing, maybe she’d already done that anyway. at least ophelia always gave her the time of day. “are you going to the party?” they’d mentioned the other guys but not their own plans and something about that felt… pointed. either they were trying to palm her off or they didn’t realise that she didn’t care about the others. she supposed she’d figure that out for herself soon enough.

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“right,” thea muttered, since truthfully she didn’t know what she would’ve done if someone hadn’t come to her aid. ran, most likely. though her affinity for never wearing sensible shoes probably would’ve meant that she wouldn’t get very far. “am i okay?” the question made her laugh, for a moment her actions coming to a pause because she had to cover her mouth with her hand. “you just got all beat up for me, and am i okay?” the hysterics died down soon enough and she looked a little bit sheepish, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “a little shaken i guess but i’m fine really.”

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“you don’t mind? awesome.” phoebe shuffled inside and felt her shoulders drop with relief. it was one thing to approach her beautiful neighbour at the best of times and yet another thing altogether to do it in an act of desperation. “i really don’t want to be any trouble! though, a towel might be good so i’m not getting water all over your place,” she decided, glancing around sheepishly. it hardly felt like a good way to make a decent impression when she felt a little like a drowned rat. “i’m usually pretty good about keeping my keys on my but the one time i don’t, this happens. it’s so typical. oh! i haven’t even introduced myself. i’m phoebe, it’s nice to properly meet you.”

[strongxsurvivors]

"look at yourself in the mirror ." ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ from conrad. // @svnsetblvd

a deep red blush tinted rodion's cheeks as he initially refused to look into the mirror. he didn't want to see how embarrassing he was in such a compromising position. but, it was so hard for him to deny conrad's requests -- no matter what they were. he forced himself to look into the reflective glass, immediately feeling a flutter in his stomach. "conrad, i look..." he said, breathless as he shook his head and didn't finish the sentence. "how can you stand to look at me like this and not laugh?" he asked. despite how displeased he was with his appearance, the idea of being forced to look at himself was somehow exciting.

[strongxsurvivors]

"don't make a sound ." ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ from leander. // @svnsetblvd

a small, muffled noise escaped tristan as he pressed his own hand against his lips, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he looked up at the taller man. he was supposed to only be here to assist the doctor that came to visit the family, yet he found himself alone with the prince. he leaned his body in to make contact with leander's, touch starved and yearning. "you are so handsome," he whispered against his hand. "i don't think i could remember to keep quiet if i am so distracted by you." his free hand began to tug at his ascot, freeing the long cloth and holding it up for the other.