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been thinking about coming back, probably reset most if not all characters .

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soo what if i came back? how we feeling?

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i might have to go on a small hiatus for july! going to be out of town a lot :(

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feeling anything was hard for reid whether it was good, bad, or mixed. after he lost everything it seemed to be a never ending loop of the same thing. lighting a joint, breathing, finding a girl, eating, and then sleeping. he couldn't quite find a way to break the loop or find something to distract him. that was until ivorie. she made him feel more than just physical pleasures ── though reid wouldn't deny he loved that part of their deal. the care she felt for him wasn't secret and he wanted to be drowned in it. absolutely suffocating within her touch because it was more than he had felt in the better part of a year. reid's lips stay turned up in a lazy smile as the femme begins to speak. his heart beating in his chest hard in anticipation. he can feel his sweatpants growing tighter as gentle lips tease and whisper in his ear. ❝ you'd do that for me? what have i done to deserve such treatment? ❞ he teases, fingers pulling her face away from his eyes. he leans forward ghosting his lips against hers feeling her breath. ❝ if anything . . . i should be thanking you. ❞ he lets an earnest smile briefly take over his expression before pushing his lips against hers. his hands sliding down her clothed body wanting to feel her skin against his.

maybe the pair was in too deep, doesn't even realize that she enjoys spending little moments wrapped up with him. it wasn't just about falling into bed together, though it was what originally had her there -- didn't want to admit the truth that she does enjoys his company. scary realization that maybe there was more to it, that along the way she developed some sort of feelings for him -- if she didn't, why else would she be so concerned about him? soft delicate touches left tingles against her features, captivated by the way his lips curve upwards. "mhm, i know so -- think i'm very aware of what makes you twitch," plump lips twitches upwards, space between them closes wishing to get rid of his clothing, needing him, all of him. when fingers tighten against jaw, hues darkens ever so slightly enjoying the roughness. meeting his gaze, she brushes her nose against his, "i always want to distract you," lips teasingly brushes the corner of his, before moving towards his ear. "i'd even drop on my knees for you first."

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❝ what makes you think i want you close? you looked cold and i didn't feel like giving up my favorite jacket. ❞ he mumbles a half truth as he feels delicate arms wrap around his body. in fact, he did want her close. he wanted her to feel safe and secure around him even though that was far from the truth. choices he had made created a distance. he also didn't mind the way she riled him up. he liked how they never really saw eye to eye yet she stayed. he closes his arms around her continuing their movements through park ── harsh winds pushing against the two. maybe they should have thought this through? ❝ jesus, armani your fingers are so cold. ❞

it was supposed to be summertime, yet the winds seem to pick up with each step, deeply regretting that she didn't at least grab a cardigan for her bare arms. voice causes her head to snap, brows instantly shot up at the way he was offering her warmth. it was almost laughable, "if you wanted me close all you had to do was ask," her attempts of a joke, ready to decline it -- yet another gush of wind blew by making her inch closer, arms wraps around his torso as instant warmth consumes her.

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she rolls her eyes as he speaks. she knew what it was like to babysit a drunk kaiden and it wasn't that she minded much. it was messy sometimes and she liked having to take care of him. not that she would admit that. she finishes the pinky promise with a small grin as she agrees to his wishes. ❝ okay, sure. i'll stay there for thirty minutes ── maybe even an hour if we have fun. ❞ billie wasn't really against the party in theory she just knew she would get tired and want to sleep by 10pm. ❝ i can even be the dd to your sorry ass. ❞ billie plays knowing there was no way in hell that kaiden wasn't going to make her drink with him.

“i mean maybe when i’m sick or have a horrible hangover,” he answers her truthfully before grinning as he seems to be getting his point across of her. the grin widens slightly, knowing that dramatic sigh every time — meaning that she was giving into him. rolling his eyes, he lifts up his own pinky wrapping it around hers before meeting her gaze. “okay, okay — swear! we’ll leave when you want to.. but you have to be there for more than thirty minutes.”

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falling asleep was a hard enough battle for the femme even without the gnawing guilt that ate at her heart that night and the following morning. she knew it was reaching a time where decisions were going to be made and it included hurting someone she didn't want to, but had to. a buzz on her nightstand causes piper to haphazardly check her phone to his message. she bites down on lip writing down a reply. ( text ) : i'm sorry too. ( text ) : i'll be there in a few it's short and simple, but she means it. while he was drunk and candor, she had been in denial and pushing him away. neither was good for them. she takes a deep breath before moving to get dressed and grabbing her car keys. as she gets in her car she pulls out her phone to add one more message. ( text ) : take some advil. i know your head hurts. she shoves her phone in her pocket and drives over to his place. thumbs tapping nervously on the wheel all the way there.

// time skip // when he woke up in the morning, he was remembered by the previous night by a pounding headache and the guilt after what he'd said to piper. he'd meant what he'd said but he'd been unfair ... it wasn't a black and white situation. both of them wanted to be honest with jack but what would they lose if they did? it was scary. sage reached for his phone, typing out a message to her.

( text ) : hey ( text ) : i'm sorry for yesterday ( text ) : can we talk? ( text ) : you can come over if you want

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danny can tell quickly that she wasn't getting out of this situation unscathed. in fact, they were starting to believe this day would be their worst and maybe their last. dying of embarrassment was a thing . . . she thought. fingers press onto the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment before moving them back to the femme across from her. she was so pretty and perfect and danny was a complete and utter mess. ❝ i ── er, um, i don't know if i really have a type? i mean, i do, sure, but i really just go for personality. so really you should be taking this as a big ── no huge compliment. i really like your personality and that's it. completely respectful here . . . i don't ── okay shutting up. ❞

" NOW, WHERE WOULD BE THE FUN IN THAT ?" romi starts with an arch of her brow, still surveying danny with new layer of curiosity . her head tilts as her gaze rolls over them, from the pink of their cheeks to the jut of their bottom lip . romi admittedly doesn't know how to feel about the confession . all she really knows is that what she does feel isn't necessarily unpleasant . romi squints thoughtfully before leaning her hip against the wall beside her . " ... you know, i gotta say, i didn't think i was your type ."

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frustration is clear on his features, jaw tightening as he takes in the girl in front of him. it pissed him off knowing she was here. knowing she was here with some other guy when she could have gone with him. what on earth could have done to deserve this? ❝ yeah, looks like it. ❞ he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as she steps forward closer to her. ❝ who do you know here? clearly i missed when you met all of my friends. ❞

"  turns  out  ,  you're  not  the  only  stupid  rich  boy  i  know  "  gaze  runs  through  him  up  and  down  ,  as  if  she  could  possibly  stand  above  him  in  anyway  .  when  in  reality  ,  she  only  a  late  invite  of  some  friend  who  desperately  needed  a  date  .  "  don't  you  have  better  things  to  do  ?  i'm  just  enjoying  my  night  "

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accidental flirt? was that what it was? bodhi couldn't remember a time where he even meant to flirt with another person. most people didn't understand him. whether it was the geeky persona he had outside of the ' mask ' or it was his hidden desires underneath it, most people thought bodhi to somewhat of a lost cause. maybe even a nerd. how he came to be so close with fiore was really an unknown mystery, but bodhi suspected the other just had a way with his words. ❝ i wouldn't lie to you! clocked me is just another word for that. . . obviously. ❞ he lies, though clear to be a joke between the two. he watches the other closely as the joint is plucked from whatever home they presided in. it was quiet in the moments that passed and bodhi could not help but simply admire the man across from him. his choices were specific and drawn out ── even for someone who seemed already stoned enough. plump lips sucked the smoke from the joint, only mere inches away from the other. it made his stomach twist ── especially when calloused fingers just graze his mouth. his lips twitch just slightly around the joint sucking in without missing a beat. eyes locked on fiore's. he pulls his breath before speaking out of the side of his lips, ❝ jeez fiore, you're way too good of a teacher. ❞

          “so,  so  well.”  he  was  already  pretty  stoned  and  not  in  the  mood  to  go  back  and  forth.  not  that  he  was  ever  one  to  go  back  and  forth  about  anything  anyway.  he  can’t  exactly  deny  that  he’s  curious  about  what  really  happened,  but  fiore  figures  maybe  bodhi  will  eventually  tell  him  the  full  story  when  he’s  ready.  or  maybe  never  –  whatever.  “clocked  you?”  mock  confusion  is  on  blast  right  now.  “but  i  thought  you  beat  their  asses  and  accidentally  fell  into  their  fists?  are  you  lying  to  me?  that’s  so  unattractive,  bodhi.”  he’s  teasing  and  making  fun  of  him.  clearly,  since  fiore  is  a  major  fucking  liar  and  manipulator  to  begin  with,  so  it’s  not  like  he  could  judge  anyone  for  playing  the  same  card.  eventually,  he  gets  up  and  grabs  a  fresh  joint  stuffed  into  a  mini  wooden  box  inside  one  of  his  drawers.  grabbing  a  lighter,  he  places  it  between  his  lips  as  the  flame  flickers,  inhaling  a  cloud  of  smoke,  before  coming  real  close  to  bodhi’s  face  and  exhaling,  making  sure  to  give  him  all  the  second  hand  smoke.  once  it’s  fully  lit,  he  places  the  joint  between  bodhi’s  lips,  the  tips  of  his  fingers  brushing  against  them  only  for  a  split  second,  enough  to  torment  just  about  anyone.  “help  you  like  that?”  he  questions,  leaning  back  against  his  sofa.  “see?  i  can  be  nice.”

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knows in his gut that theo wasn't taking it well. he had loved him and up and left. most would find some discomfort in the situation. he frowns, moving forward to press a gentle hand on his arm, ❝ it doesn't . . . it doesn't have to not matter? ❞ hudson questions with a slight huff. ❝ i want to make it up to you, theo. if you'll have me ── even if you won't. i'll beg you to give me another chance. ❞

it felt good to hear some kind of explanation to what happened but it still hurt. theo doubted everything about himself — blaming himself for the other not sticking around. " it doesn't matter anymore, does it? " male replied with a shrug. " it all water under the bridge. "

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he was kind. unlike so many of the others who wanted her for her money. or wanted her for her beauty, her body. what he had wanted was someone to love and to love him back and she dove head first into this relationship. quickly she shakes her head, brows furrowing slightly as he brought up the idea of doubts. doubts meant a breaking in their trust in their love and that seemed to scare her more than most things. ❝ no! no of course not, ❞ she responds, voice barely a whisper as she leans into his caring touch. nimble fingers move to grab the hand near her face, turning the palm forward. she presses her lips onto his skin before looking back at him. ❝ i know we'll figure it out. we always do. it's just scary. you seem to be so brave and not worried about it all. ❞

surely, this wasn’t the life he imagined himself having — always thought he was going to remain alone, just how he wanted it… that was before she entered his life, flipping his world upside down for the better. the one person to pull him from his darkness, seeing the light of things. hand reaches out to take hold of hers, sliding and intertwining their fingers, giving her a light squeeze of reassurance. “and that’s okay, we’ll take it one step at a time.. just know that nothing would break us apart. not now or ever, it’s time to finally live and do what we want.” he informs, soft smile forms — free hand brushing strand of hair behind her ear. “are you having doubts?”

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it's tough to hide the smile that begs to be shown as the other brings her hand to her jaw. her touch is so gentle that it brings butterflies to morgan's stomach. they bite down on their cheek to hide away any soft or mushy considered feelings. ❝ yeah? you'll protect me? i'm pretty sure i'm a couple heads taller than you. ❞ they jest, but accepting the notion nonetheless. fingers press into iggy's hand pulling her closer just a little. ❝ you know . . . maybe i need to get into more scary situations so you dote on me like this. it's pretty cute. ❞ morgan smiles still full of trepidation as the thought of going to a haunted house for mere content scares them. they really didn't want either of them to get ax murdered.

"OKAY — OKAY, BABY, LISTEN TO ME ." iggy starts as she pulls morgan's hand —  and poor, innocent cuticles — out of the danger zone with a hand on their wrist before bringing her free hand to their jaw for their eyes to meet . she arches her brows in a way she hopes is reassuring . " i will protect you from the big bad ghosts . okay ?" the concept feels a bit ridiculous considering that iggy is all of five foot nothing, but the sentiment is there all the same . she grins before dropping her hand from their jaw to offer it to them . " here . you can even hold my hand so you won't get ax murdered . it'll be fine ." iggy nods confidently . " plus, we'll get plenty of material for the channel ."

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chest feels tight as he speaks, words that she thought he would never say were leaving his lips with painful confidence. she doesn't quite get what he's trying to convey to her ── her eyes widening before darkening in combat. ❝ i know you don't. you've never done anything. if you're feeling something i think it's about time you confess. ❞ cadence challenges back, eyes squinting slightly as she steps closer to the man. doesn't know exactly what she's asking for. doesn't know if she's ready to cross this line. but god, she would be lying that she hadn't imagined what it would be like to be satisfied by him.

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦  when  he  attempted  to  plead  his  case  ,  given  his  awful  history  with  women  .  someone  would  probably  say  he  was  just  as  bad  as  the  man  he  was  accusing  ,  but  let  him  tell  it  —  she  was  different.  "  yeah  I  could  ,  which  says  a  lot.  I  bet  you  he  doesn't  even  know  your  favorite  color  ,  food  ,  or  even  how  to  satisfy  you  .  "  he  was  treading  dangerous  territory  now  ,  knowing  he  would  soon  cross  a  line  he  couldn't  just  take  back  .  “  what  do  you  mean  that’s  not  really  how  I  feel?  How  do  you  know  I  don’t  ?  ”  the  challenge  was  laid  bare  ,  his  blue  eyes  locking  onto  hers  with  a  magnetic  intensity  that  left  no  room  for  retreat  .