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sometimes, she's sure her anxiety will be the end of her. it sure feels like it because she hasn't been able to get it out of her head that something is wrong; the heavy weight on her chest doesn't diminish even as she goes through her course load for the week within five hours, and the several cups of coffee she's gotten from the coffee machine in her kitchen (a splurge and probably a late night impulse buy from charlotte) are no help. to say she's jumpy is to say the least, so when the knocks are heard from her bedroom, she is on her feet in a moment, even if confusion clouds her for a bit - - she had decided to be good and stick to her meal plan and not order any food so who could it be? all the options that run through her mind are proved to be wrong when she meets the very familiar face of her boyfriend. within seconds, she goes through all sorts of emotions: from confusion to shock to excitement, until missy finds herself shrieking as she jumps into his arms without a care in the world (or the worry he would not catch her). "nate!" arms wrap around his neck and legs go around his waist, the surge of energy almost making her dizzy. "is that why you didn't pick up my call? you little - -" and then she kisses him, because why curse at him when she can make sure he's here and she's not on a coffee crash slumber?

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if there’s anything nate has learned from his relationship with missy over the course of the last year, it’s that long distance is a nightmare. he expected to miss her, but what he hadn’t envisioned was the persistent ache that took root in every fiber of his being. in their small town, he could bike over to the summers home in a heartbeat and find missy, waiting on the porch with that sweet smile of hers or in the kitchen testing a new recipe. these days, between ballet practices and vet school, they were lucky if they could carve out even an hour to facetime each other. thus, began the conversations of relocating to be closer. nate had embarked on a private endeavor to find a suitable vet program in manhattan he could transfer to next semester. a plan was set in motion, and though they had spoken about the possibility of him moving out to the east coast, he made it a point not to fill missy in on the application he sent to a prestigious vet school in brooklyn or that he had gotten accepted just last week. nate was intent on keeping this a surprise — including his visit to come see her tonight. he wanted to see the look on her face when he showed up on her doorstep and announced the news. a shot of adrenaline flooded through him as he got off the lift to her floor, his whole body practically vibrating with anticipation. he strode to her front door, lifting a hand (clammy from nerves) and knocking twice before stepping back with his breath held.

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Anna Lambe on her Instagram story.

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JACK LOWDEN as River Cartwright in Slow Horses 4.01

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LAYLA KEATING 4.18 Came Back For You

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okay but rn i really want one of those cliche ‘we’re broken up but i never changed my emergency contact and now i’m in hospital and ?? why are you here first at my side you didn’t have to come’ sort of plots with all the angst 

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JACK INNANEN Adults - 1x04 "House Rules"

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yeah i get wet from kissing so what

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katherine doesn't bother moving from the bed. the display ahead of her is arousing enough but she has always had nerves of steel so she doesn't let any of them see how she really feels, nor does she react to argue as the man walks away. he was just an object in a scheme bigger than him - - it is river that she means to entice, after all. she watches him as the man leaves, not bothering to even glance towards that way, as her attention is solely on river. she tilts her head at his questions, unphased. "what if i was?" she wasn't. that was a limit she wouldn't want to cross, though it was only a deduction she wouldn't have to. she had seen the way he looked at her the moment she began to flirt with whats his name, and she knew the lenghts she would go towards. kit offers him a shrug, crossing her legs in an extra effort to taunt him. "what would it be to you? you didn't pick up when i called so i thought you may as well don't care." that he does care thrills her, though; it is a struggle for her to keep a smirk from rising on her face, but she's always better than that and knows how to keep her façade on. "what if he fucked me, river?" she wants to hear him say it.

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the guy was on the floor by the time the door fully swung open again, clutching his jaw and cursing through a mouthful of spit. river stood over him, breathing hard, fist still clenched from the hit he hadn’t planned but hadn’t hesitated to throw. no one moved. not at first. the only sound was the shallow pant of the guy trying to collect himself, stunned more by the audacity than the impact. river didn’t look at him. his eyes were locked on katherine, sprawled on the bed like none of this surprised her. he didn’t say anything to her. not yet. he reached down, grabbed the guy by the back of his shirt, and yanked him to his feet with one rough pull. the guy tensed, maybe ready to swing back or maybe just afraid. river didn’t care. “you’ve got ten seconds to be out of this room.” river muttered, voice low and lethal. “unless you want me to break something that doesn’t heal.” no arguments this time. the guy stumbled to grab his shoes, muttering something under his breath that didn’t matter, then hurried out the door, slamming it behind him. and just like that, they were alone. river didn’t move. not closer. not away. he stood there, breathing like he was still in the middle of something he hadn’t decided how to finish. "you’re really going through with it, huh?" he asked, then stepped in closer, just enough to make the space between them feel different. “if i’d come five minutes later, would you have let him fuck you?” he asked, plain and sharp. he didn’t wait for an answer. “you obviously wanted a reaction. well... here it is.”

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getting all hot and heavy with him in a corner booth at the club or on the couch at a house party, and he’s trying to convince you to cockwarm him right there. he’s got his hand on the back of yours, pressing your palm into his crotch to show you how hard you’ve made him, all the while talking all low in your ear. “need to feel you so bad. i can’t wait. just sit on it, baby. come on, nobody will notice.”

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Rivals (2024 - ) Season 1 Episode 8

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you’re helping me practice for my date—just a casual, low-stakes ‘show me how to kiss better’ situation—and then your hands are in my hair, and you’re pulling me closer, and suddenly my date doesn’t matter anymore

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COCO JONES via instagram (basedkenken)

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they hadn't done much, of course. katherine is too calculated to let the guy - - whose name she has purposefully not cared to remember - - get more than a touch on her waist, a hand on her ass, a single kiss to her mouth and a few on her chest. after all, this all served a purpose: seeing how far river would drag this on. it's hard to keep the smirk from overpowering her face when she notices that the goal has been fullfilled as the door widens and there he comes, step waving from the drinks he's consummed but throw powerful.

it catches whats his name off guard, but not katherine, no. sprawled on the bed, the place the guy had put her on just minutes ago, she remains, watching as whats his name blinks and tries to gain his balance before tossing his body onto river's. honestly, it's a little hot, and it may be the first time in the night she feels a little hot and bothered. so she watches for a moment, before swinging her legs to take a seat; she doesn't bother to try to stop them, but her voice is cold and cuts through the sounds of the fight ahead of her. "what the fuck are you doing here, river? can't you see you're interrupting something?"

for — feminine muse — river calloway ; mid twenties ; josh heuston plot — based on this dynamic — fwb, casual relationship other — if you’d like a different muse, lmk in the tags of your reply

river had told himself it didn’t matter. no strings, no promises. just heat and late-night rendezvous, tangled sheets and unsaid things. that was the deal. but now, swaying slightly from too many drinks and blinking through the haze of the party, he watched them. the guy’s hand on his lower back, the soft laugh, the way they disappeared together up the stairs. something hot and stupid burned in his chest. he knew he shouldn't. he knew exactly what this was supposed to be. and yet, he was already moving, jaw tight, fists tighter. every step he took up those stairs thudded like a warning. he wasn’t thinking about consequences. he was only thinking about the sound of the guy’s laugh, the way it curled around the one person he thought he could keep at arm’s length and how badly he suddenly wanted to break something. the door wasn’t even locked. river pushed it open without knocking, and there they were, caught in the moment just before things tipped past playful. the guy turned, startled but river didn’t give him a chance to speak. his knuckles were already flying.

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all of the stress that's daily put on ballet rehearsals, extreme dieting, injuries, casual bullying - - all of it fades when she's the stage. the chronic shyness evaporates and she becomes the character she's portraying, focused only on getting the steps right and putting life into the role. when it's finished and people cheer, she can almost forget a mistep or two (those thoughts will come later, along with the exhaustion), and she lets the thrill of the performance wash all over her, making her glowy and a little airy. it is this way that theo finds her as she steps out of the dressing room into the hallway of the back of the theather. "you - - theo!" the blonde inhales, feeling red rise and not only due to the performance she's just put on. it's hard to deny the attraction that she thought could be fleeting when he is like this here, seemingly out of place but willing to stay, for her. "i didn't know you would take on my offer. did it not bore you?" the last guy she asked to come was unable not to fall asleep, which was rather obvious when he was on the front seats. "thank you." she replies earnestly, lowering her gaze to conceal the smile that tugs at her lips. "you didn't wait for long?"

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theo hadn’t expected to be this impressed. he figured it’d be nice. ballet wasn’t really his scene, but missy had mentioned the performance in the elevator, all casual like it wasn’t a big deal. so he showed up. sat quietly in the back. and then proceeded to be completely floored. she was… something else. graceful in a way that didn’t seem real, like she moved without ever fully touching the ground. every step was sharp and fluid all at once, like she was made of music and muscle and magic. he didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath half the time. it reminded him of being on the ice during a perfect play. everything clicking into place, time slowing down just enough to make it feel like magic. he leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, trying not to look too out of place in a sea of people who clearly got this world better than he did. eventually, the door opened and someone stepped out. he looked up, and there she was. he stood a little straighter. "hey…" he said, voice easy but sincere. "you were incredible out there." he gave a small, lopsided smile.

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oh, he's not happy about the appearance of another jerk around her - - and graham doesn't give a fuck that makes him a big fat hypocrite. so, naturally, after giving the guy a glare, he's back to pretending he doesn't exist which, coincidentally, seems to be the game riley is indulging on today. "i've been inside of you, so yeah, you better know me a little, riles." he says that with the biggest grin he can conjure, unwilling to let her behavior phase him. "i haven't changed at all, so you should be able to remember me. unless you want me to rekindle your memory? i would do so gladly."

── riley doesn't usually go to these things, but the payout and the exposure was too good to pass on. she hadn't checked the guest list before confirming her rsvp, either, which she is now really, really regretting. she brought a plus-one, another lifestyle blogger, some floppy-haired loser named joey? jackson? she can't remember and doesn't care to, as long as he keeps up the good work, guiding her into the room under the weight of his arm slung comfortably around her shoulders. she's laughing at whatever he just said that she's pretty sure was meant to be funny, when she sees him. him being graham-fucking-vaughn, manspreading in his chair with some blonde hovering over him, curled into the curve of his shoulder. correction─ not some blonde, but a blonde riley instantly recognizes. her expression is tight, eyes narrow and lips pressed, as she approaches the placard placed in front of the seat just across the table from graham, the one with her name on it, plucking it up between two fingers. her gaze settles on him afterward, and if this were a cartoon you'd be able to see steam coming out of her ears. "...sorry, do i know you?" she asks, believably, eyebrows raising, as she drops into her seat and nudges her plus one to do the same, in the chair to her left.

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MY LIFE WITH THE WALTER BOYS (2023 ▬)

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his teeth graze his bottom lip as he tries to curb his amusement, but the laughter still escapes him, eyes bright as he watches her keep up with his taunting. it's as if nothing has happened, and haz feels his heart swells with relief (and the other sentiment that may bloom? he stiffles it because it doesn't belong to the happiness that he wants to cherish when he's next to avery). "c'mon now. you haven't even began to grow grey. or you're dabbling with over the counter stuff?" he plucks a lock of her hair and twirls it on his finger, restraining himself to sniff it and use it as a mustache - - he does know his limits. haz shakes his head. "do you want to make a pair out of it? because i probably can crochet better than you do. and music just isn't the same anymore." but he will put that on asap rocky for keeping rihanna away from the studio. he tries to not feel the way his heart leaps when she calls him the ambiance, and his expression is quick, morphing into mocking, playful surprise. he puts his phone down and brings a hand to his chest to match the action, just before a scoff leaves his mouth. "now... that's some responsability you're giving me." there is a pause as he squints his eyes her way, as if he's sizing her up. "but deal. i will just order your favorite and we can switch if it sucks." and yes, he does know the order by heart.

avery let out a soft scoff, the kind that didn’t bother pretending it wasn’t amused. she finally looked up from the menu, expression flat but eyes sharp, catching the tail end of his grin like it was something she could pocket just to throw back at him later. “oh, great.” she said. “so not only am i aging rapidly, i’m also doing it inaccurately. thanks for the correction, professor golden girls.” she shifted in her seat, the menu dropping slightly in her hands. “getting glasses is a slippery slope. first it’s glasses, then it’s a pill organizer, and next thing you know, i’m crocheting tiny sweaters for mugs and talking about how music just isn’t the same anymore.” his laughter pulled something in her chest she didn’t have the energy to name. she just shook her head, pretending it didn’t get to her the way it always had. “also…” she added, still scanning the list like it might rescue her. “you did not ruin the ambiance. you are the ambiance. just… less candlelight, more blinding led.” she reached for her water, calm as anything. “and if this drink is terrible, i’m blaming you. obviously. you pointed the light. that’s legally involvement.”