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in the club getting psychosexual

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he's surprised when gabby replies the same. not because he thinks she's cold or doesn't still care, but because she had made leaving look so easy when things ended. they haven't had contact until now, they haven't spoken about any of it until right now. eren takes a step closer, though this still leaves an appropriate amount of space between them. even still, he wishes he could be closer. his eyes search her face, her demeanor, trying to read how she feels. when she keeps going, a half-amused, half-sad smile slips onto his lips and he scuffs his boot against the ground absentmindedly — it's a bit of a nervous tick, "i... i can try to be." he's kidding, they both know that's nearly impossible for him, especially when it comes to her, "i dunno, i've definitely been a little angry about stuff, if that helps any." though, he's not sure if he's angry at gabriela or just at the situation overall. that's a lot to parse out and he doesn't feel like dwelling on it that much right now.

"i miss you too." it feels like relief when she says it and he's quick to say it back. probably a little too quick, all things considered. but he's an honest person and he means it. eren misses everything about her — her smile, her voice, her touch, her attitude, even her high heels clicking beside him. he shifts his bag of groceries to his other arm, eyes meeting hers, "i know that right now maybe isn't the best time, but maybe we could talk soon?" he asks quietly, not wanting her to feel pressure, but needing to ask her so much. "you could come over? or-or we can meet somewhere in public if that would be more comfortable? get a drink or something? just... y'know, whatever you're okay with." eren will do it all on her terms as long as it gets her to talk to him. "if not... that's okay too. just figured it was worth a shot to ask." he gives her a gentle smile, tilting his head slightly as he looks at her.

gabby's quick to almost say that everyone who says that they're fine are most probably not actually doing fine, but then she remembers that in the case that that was true, then eren not being fine would be her fault and the guilt washed over her heavily enough that she remains quiet. it's difficult not to feel guilty regardless because she understands so well that he deserved so much better than what she gave him at the end of their relationship. so much better. "i..." her voice is shaky, as she could physically feel how much her heart misses him, how good everything had been a year ago and how that had terrified her. the yearning for him comes in waves and in this moment, gabby is drowning. "i've been thinking about you too," she finally admits after a pause, her voice practically a whisper as her usual no-bullshit, shameless, direct demeanor hides itself, gaze dropping in its stead. gabby bites down on her lower lip as she reminds herself why she did what she did, and forces herself to stand up straighter, hiding her shaking hands behind her back.

"goddamn it, why can't you just be a dick?" she suddenly bursts out, before her eyes widen slightly, surprised even at herself, but it was a fair enough question. she had hurt him, suddenly broke up with him without any explanation, and he wants to check in. he's still concerned about her, he's still being so nice to her and those goddamn puppy eyes she still love remind her of every single night she used to look at them. happy. perfectly satisfied. excited for their future even. gabby knows she has never loved or been loved the way it was with him. "it would probably make things easier if you were," gabby murmurs, a slightly embarrassed laugh escaping past her lips, knowing that was wishful thinking on her end. selfishly knowing it would make her feel less guilty if he was angry with her, because eren had every right to be. "i... i miss you."

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his eyes stay on her after she speaks, interested in hearing what the clear solution to his problem is. when diana finally meets his eyes with her own, eren lifts his eyebrows expectantly. he can't help but blush a little as she speaks, a soft chuckle leaving his lips, "well, what flavor do you prefer?" he doesn't mind buying hers, especially if she may share a little bit, giving him the benefit of two flavors, "and how do ya like it? in a cone? cup? there are lots of tough decisions when it comes to ice cream apparently."

it wasn't hard to misread the situation. light bounced from his mocha eyes. he shared a similar hue to her own, but somehow his possessed a mischievous glint; a sly hint of what may unfold. that, and he was pretty. call her shallow for hanging a halo above his head. her own throws back in a loud laugh (men like it when you laugh at their jokes). "i'd hardly call that a dilemma. it's simple really." she looks away, refusing to make eye contact for a moment as she plays coy. she taunts him in the suspense and finally matches his gaze. "buy one for you and one for me. and if you happen to get a craving for my ice cream, maaaybe i'll share."

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"i got tired of usin' my phone's hotspot! i'm a writer, i need internet!" they declare in a dramatic voice. "pretty sure i told you, but it's the network that's a bunch of random letters and numbers. password is reeceissexxxy69 — three Xs, all one word and lowercase. if you can't remember that? just remember one of the simplest truths of this apartment and you got it." reece grabs his phone, tapping away on the ordering app, "do you have strong feelings about olives? just wanna make sure." he looks up, "even non-picky people sometimes hate olives, y'know?"

" wait , what ? " cain pulls his phone right back out of his pocket to look at the connections . " when did we get wifi and why didn't you tell me ? " it's very likely that recee did tell cain and he just didn't listen . a huff and he tosses his phone gently onto the couch beside him . " gonna make you give me the password later . " cain lifts shoulders in a shrug at recee's deal . " knock yourself out . you know i'm not a picky eater . "

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"I think need for toppings is really flavor dependent." Eren insisted — he had more ice cream opinions than he thought he did, "A flavor like vanilla? Needs toppings. But rocky road or peanut butter chip? Basically already comes with toppings." He grinned, "Well, I hope you're at least a jumbo waffle cone kinda guy then." Eren's personal favorite. He took a deep breath as he stepped up, being a bit overdramatic on purpose as he trained his smile on the cashier, "Uhhh, two scoops on cookie dough on a big waffle cone please." He looked to Cormac and teasingly asked, "You approve of my decision? I'll have to get the chocolate marshmallow next time. I'll be thinkin' of you, number one chocolate fan, while I enjoy." He joked, chuckling.

"Sorry, bud. Chocolate ice cream is rank. Nothing will change my mind on that," Cormac argued, but a laugh followed to let the other man know he was just bantering. It was ice cream, so it didn't really matter. That's when Cormac looked at the other man like he was the crazy one. "Are you mad? The more toppings, the better. It's like a whole other treat before the main dish!" Cormac grinned. He shoved as many on as he could and enjoyed every mouthful. "Ooo, now you're talking my language..." he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. "Oh, don't you worry about that... I'll be having a cone and two big scoops covered in all sorts of goodness." Cormac placed his order with excitement. He hadn't treated himself to ice cream in a while, but with a night off from Gabby, he had to get his kicks some way. "You're up... what's it going to be?"

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"well, sometimes a bit much is good, y'know? like someone who's... overconfident? or how happy you get when someone throws you a surprise party? like, super overwhelmed but really happy." he shrugs. for as deep as bryce thinks he is, eren apparently fancies himself a poet in equal measure. "i have a pretty strong stomach, but i appreciate your concern." eren flashes a smile before nodding at bryce's decision, "i can get onboard with moose tracks, i love those little peanut butter cups." he blinks, "like... soap? which part of it tasted like soap? the cream itself?" now he's intrigued.

“is  it  powerful  or  is  it  too  much?”  an  eyebrow  raises,  like  he  really  thought  he  dug  deep  into  his  subconscious  to  pull  out  some  kind  of  award  winning  statement.  and  to  someone  like  bryce  archer,  that's  exactly  what  he  did.   nose  scrunches  a  bit,  the  obvious  distaste  evident.  “i  think  it's  a  bit  much.  unless  you  want  to  go  big  or  go  home,  your  stomach  might  not  agree  w'you  on  it.”  a  shrug.  “don't  let  me  rain  on  your  parade,  though,  even  if  i  will  be  a  bit  nervous  for  ya'.”  the  answer  to  his  question  is  quick,  no  time  at  all  to  think  about  it.  “chocolate  moose  tracks  ----  the  best  one.  they  never  made  it  right,  in  new  york.  it  always  tasted  off  and  like  soap  sometimes.”  how  hard  it  is  to  make  peanut  butter  pieces,  he's  not  sure. 

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for? diana ( @twocankeep ) where? whitney-graves family home

"oh good, you're here." she looks up as diana enters the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island and holding a glass of wine in her hand. she is genuinely glad to see her daughter even if she's horrible at showing it. diana is miranda's favorite right now due to dash's latest failing. plus, she's vain enough to really revel in the qualities she sees in her daughter that she possesses herself, "are you busy next saturday night? and if you are, can you make yourself not busy next saturday night?"

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ADA MASALI (2021-) heart eyes mf

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he lounges on the couch with a joint perched between his fingers, gaze resting on jonah as he speaks. reece thinks they are still an excellent thinker, even under the influence and so tells him, "well... who's to say it can't have, like, touches of jurassic park? as long as you don't call it jurassic park run or some shit you're probably okay, right? they can't sue you." not that he knows shit about copyright law. "you could probably google fun dinosaur facts. wikipedia research. biological inaccuracies are goin' to fly right over the heads of twelve-year-olds playing." then they smirk, "is there a pic of you in that dinosaur costume? because that's, frankly, my priority. no offense to the running game."

FOR:  @asundcr ( reece! ) DETAILS:  at reece's place, just to spice things up!

THE room is hazy; or maybe it's just his pitiful eyesight ( always refused glasses, even if he can't see at a perfect 20/20; stubborn in all the wrong ways ) - but jonah has to squint just to see reece clearly, even at a small distance away. he's strewn across the floor, limbs splayed at awkward angles, peter griffin death pose, and it smells distinctly of weed. it's practically radiating off of him, clinging to his clothes with an intensity that even he can barely ignore. still - tries, " - so, i told esme that i was making a fucking, um... temple run game, but like... with dinosaurs. they're going to fry my shit, dude - i don't know... shit about dinosaurs. 'sides, like, jurassic park - and one year my moms did, like... this haunted house thing that was all like... dinosaur bones, and i had to stuff my arms into this really, really, really tiny costume..." jonah shudders, like the memory is still fresh - like the dinosaur's still there, with him now. "i'm so fucked. on, like - every level."

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“If the horror is inside you how do you get it out?”

— Gut Symmetries, Jeanette Winterson (via salemwitchtrials)

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eren's not sure he knows what the trolley problem is, so he assumes that questions is rhetorical and focuses on their other one, "i mean, i just came from the gym, so i'm tryin' get a treat, but not overdo it, y'know?" though, he does enough physical labor at work that he supposes it doesn't matter that much, "i still have to eat dinner. this is like an appetizer." he furrows his brow at them then, grabbing a wad of napkins, "do you... need these?" he offers them to hedwig, "i feel like chocolate marshmallow is good when you don't want the full deal of rocky road. when you're not in a nutty mood, but still want something almost the same." eren explains.

"WHAT about the fucking - trolley problem?" they remark through a mouthful of ice cream; it lays in the frays of their mustache, the stubble surrounding mouth, the hair burying their chin. it's bright minty green, almost unnatural under the florescent lights - but hedwig's smile is nearing uncanny valley, canines all too sharp as they grin a self - satisfied grin, "who's stopping you from fucking - getting both? the man? big cream?" beneath the top scoop of what is either mint chocolate chip or - deceivingly - pistachio, is a somehow brighter, nearly neon blue ice cream. it's already dripping, despite the lowered temperature in the ice cream shop. their hands are blue, muted as it melts, slinking over bruised knuckle and chipped nail. hedwig ignores it. "they're both fucking - run of the mill. average - though s'pose the marshmallow's different. like a sad rocky road."

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"can't you get allergic if you, like, eat too much of a thing? maybe that's what happened with you and nectarines." he suggested with a shrug of his own. his possible pistachio allergy could've just been a reaction to a bad batch of baklava, but he hadn't been to an allergist ever and didn't have plans to. so a mystery it would stay! he shook his head then, "no, no, i have no problem with ice cream in a cup. i think ice cream has a time and a place in all its forms. like... an ice cream date? i'd probably get a cup. today? i'm walking home with it, so a cone."

"you think? oh gosh, that doesn't sound very fun to be allergic to. i think i'm allergic to nectarines. and i used to love them as a kid. but now? my throat gets all scratchy and it's the worst. especially when it's something you like and you know you can't have it." she shrugged her shoulders. "we all can't like the same thing, right? it's good to have your own preferences, after all. " she thought about it for a moment before turning back to him. "see, i'm more of a ice cream in a cup girl. is that something ice cream experts consider a red flag or?"

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And Summers reading body language. -Rachel 

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“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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"Whoa, whoa whoa, disgusting?! Man, you just haven't had the right chocolate ice cream or something, that's crazy." Though, Eren had a sweet tooth, he was probably a bit biased. His eyes flicked over the the strawberry then and he nodded, "Also a fair choice, but be stingy with the toppings, don't wanna ruin that flavor." He was pretty much decided on cookie dough now — which, of course, had nothing to do with the assertion that his other flavor choice was disgusting. Eren laughed, "I mean, you could always get two scoops! What is it the people say? Treat yourself." He flashed a grin, "But then you gotta decide what kinda cone or bowl, sorry to say."

"Well, I know for certain it wouldn't be chocolate. That's fecking disgusting... no offense or anything. I'm just not a fan myself." Cormac laughed. He had always hated anything chocolate-flavoured. He loved chocolate, but the flavouring? Not a fan. "I'll probably opt for some strawberry with fancy toppings..." The man's voice trailed off as he became distracted by all the options, aimlessly looking up and down at them all. He had always been easily distracted, and making decisions had never been his strong suit. "Or maybe some buttered pecan... fucking hell. There's a lot of options, huh?" He scratched the back of his head and shook his head. "Now I'm as lost as you!"