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every inch of him she touches, kisses, leaves a lingering burn beneath flesh, a yearning of sorts that draws him even closer to her — as if that was possible. hands eager to squeeze and caress, they find purchase on her hips, pulling her flush to him as he tips his head just enough to keep the kiss further, their lips slotted together like two pieces of a puzzle. ❝ i — ? ❞ he breathily gasps out, almost daring her to finish her words as his palm slides around to her ass, giving her a firm squeeze and hoping to draw out that cute little whimper of hers, a whimper he's not heard in what feels like ages. the coil in his stomach tightens the warmer they get, andrei hyperaware of the path this could lead them down. a path he fears he can never come back from. while nothing in his chest beats, every muscles aches for her and his arm hooks around her middle to lift her easily between him and the wall, allowing her legs to fall into place around his frame.

both hands cup andrei's face as she melts into his touch,  having trouble figuring out why they've deprived themselves of this for so long with each passing kiss.  it feels natural with him;  it always has,  the very feeling she was always searching for in every person being right here all along.  any complications presented to her hold no weight as soft lips glide over his,  pent up feelings crashing over her in waves as they finally break even and rise to the surface.  lumina gives him a half-lidded gaze when he leans back,  sound of approval passing through the moment they meet again,  hands on his face traveling down to his neck,  holding the back of it and squeezing.  she urges him closer,  then,  as if there was anywhere left to go with the way their bodies press together;  heartbeat rampant in her chest.  “  you—  ”  she lets out against his mouth,  breath uneven as kisses travel to his chin,  the corner of his lips,  until capturing his lower between hers.  words don't come easily for a change,  unable to finish due to the way andrei makes her head spin.  instead,  she focuses on what she can communicate right now,  deepening their kiss further.

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❝ that's true.... and i wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything. not like cyrus would really bite anyways. his bark is way worse than anything he's capable of. ❞ and even had indigo rambled on, she doubted that her brother would really be bothered. much. elira's smile is encouraging, at the very least, and she leans closer at the prospect of her best friend and brother growing closer. ❝ oh, bowling! that'd be a great idea! ❞ she exclaims with a sudden clap of her hands. if she wasn't excited before, elira certainly is now. ❝ i think so, yeah. now it's just a matter of figuring out when he'll be free... he's not really come home for the last three days because of work and school and whatever. do you think you'll hang out with him after? maybe? just the two of you? ❞

“  yeah,  i suppose so,  ”  indigo laughs with feigned amusement,  coming out a little more nervous sounding than anything else.  she can't help but wonder if this is the right course of action to take,  or if her refusal to be straight forward out of fear will come back around to bite her in the ass later on.  ”  i mean,  i've only ever hung out with cyrus...  with you.  one-to-one time seems a little daunting right now,  is all...  you know i ramble on too much and go off topics when i'm nervous.  i don't want to make a fool of myself.  ”  she can feel her cheeks flushing as she goes on,  but not for the reasons said out loud;  nap session included.  gods,  what is she getting herself into?  “  uh,  what if we go bowling?  that's,  like,  chill enough of a hangout,  right?  and very appropriate for you to be present.  i'm sure we'd have a lot of fun.  ”  indigo takes the opportunity to now nudge elira back,  a small smile on her lips.

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hello good afternoon i am back home rotting in my bed

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SCOOBY-DOO 2: MONSTERS UNLEASHED (2004) dir. Raja Gosnell

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dating someone who naturally brings out your playfulness, makes you laugh, never stops flirting with you, and loves you a little extra on the days you don't feel loveable makes you feel so incredibly safe and secure which makes you fall even more in love

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❝ what? no! that's the whole point of - nevermind... ❞ he tried to just get the point across that it's the little things that make the world go round, that the small indulgences can sometimes be way better than anything vetted in quality. guilty pleasures, in some cases. ❝ pft, you're talking to the smuggling expert, ❞ he whispers over, hands reaching for all of the smaller morsels first and stuffing them in the various pockets he's got on him. evenly, of course. she was right in the fact that he couldn't leave a gaping hole anywhere. his eyes widen with surprise and he pauses a moment, looking at her with lips parted. ❝ r-really? oh. th... thanks. um, yeah, we should be good for the next hour or something. let's go. ❞

"WHY NOT? HAVING STANDARDS AND being picky with candy is a must. If I'm going to consume it, it should be high quality, so it'd feel like a treat. An ordinary caramel wouldn't have that effect." Mavis couldn't believe that she was going along with this conversation but Aster was bringing out this side of her. Arriving at the dessert table, she joined him. "As many as you can, if you can do it without being obvious that you're hoarding." She looked around them. "Just make sure you're not emptying the bowls." Joining him, she took some and stuffed them into the pocket of her dress. "I'll help you, so you can have as many as you want."

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dax: cool as long as u know dax: idk!! u offered!! dax: i know u do, u literally showed it. i just dont know if i hit u any harder that u wud be like 'fuck this' and punch me anyways lmfao

elowyn: probably, yeah elowyn: then what's the point?? elowyn: you don't think i could have held myself back? i have some control

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❝ hey, didn't need to add the 'fucking'. just 'lunatic' would've been fine. ❞ of course it was all on purpose. nobody else has ever complained about her so in her mind, her neighbor should just deal with it. ❝ really? so now you're rubbing it my face that you've got this huge lump sum of money laying around? kinda bitchy, don't you think? ❞ it's to prolong the suffering, alex standing with ground held as she contemplates the offer. ❝ that's really tempting, actually. let's see it then. ❞ she straightens herself out and puffs her chest out, chin tilted up with a hand outreached like they should kiss the back of it upon kneeling. ❝ make me feel like a pretty princess as you do it. i'll even say 'please' this time. ❞

spencer saw themselves as being a fairly reasonable person. but the longer they dealt with their neighbor, the crazier they felt like they were becoming. "no, i guess i can't talk reason with a fucking lunatic. thanks for reminding me of that fact." it was one thing to accuse spencer of having a sugar mommy. but now she was accusing spencer of being a drug dealer and spencer can't help but laugh. not necessarily because it was funny ( okay, it kinda was ) but because spencer felt as though they were losing their mind. "i am not a drug dealer, okay? and i was lying about having a sugar mommy. i'm rich and this is my money. all mine. just take it so i can have some peace and quiet. do you want me to get on my knees and beg, is that it? i'll do it," spencer says without thinking, unaware that their lunatic of a neighbor might just take spencer up on that offer.

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leaving for spain tomorrow for a week so i wont get to anything before then. anything posted will be from the queue o/

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❝ i appreciate the consideration but it really is no trouble if you'd prefer that i set some aside for you for the week in tupperware. we can always play by ear though, ❞ haru reassures her with a light smile. there was little need to eat up her budget when he can cook for himself whenever he feels. ❝ do you have any plans to rest anytime soon? ❞ he inquires, nibbling at his meal between words. it doesn't seem like there's pressure at the moment to eat quickly so he assumes she's done for the evening but just because it wasn't reflected on his work schedule doesn't mean nothing is on hers. her compliment has him blushing from ear to ear, entirely humbled by the comment on his looks. ❝ no, no, no, ❞ he chuckles with a shake of his head. ❝ i think you must be quite tired if you think that's true. besides, they usually trade for younger models and i have a good feeling i'm your senior. thank you for your consideration though. ❞

"i'm glad to know you and i can agree on that as well," hwayoung says, a faint smile on her lips. plus, being a model meant she was constantly showered in compliments anyway. although most of them were the same, hwayoung wouldn't turn them down either. "yeah, it can be," is all hwayoung says. it was a harsh world and a very competitive one. hwayoung could handle it, she has for years now. but it was now taking its toll on her. hwayoung thought she had achieved it all but now she wanted more. she wanted to live a comfortable, easygoing life but that wouldn't be easy with her face plastered over magazines and all. flipping her hair over her shoulder, the model glances over at haru now seated across from her. "thanks, i'd like that. but you can eat the food with me too. ramen's great but i'd feel a little bad if you ate that while i had all of this," hwayoung insisted. "not really. i'm usually traveling to do photoshoots or walk the runway. and in the beginning, it was super exciting. but now i'm just so tired." hwayoung really was debating on just giving up. someone younger and prettier would take her spot in a heartbeat. "hey, do you wanna trade places with me? i'm sure you'd do a fabulous job walking the runway. and you're good looking . . . they'd love you," hwayoung teases, her smile growing out of pure amusement.

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his brows crinkle a bit at her words, the tip of his tongue brushing over to wet between petals slowly. the gears are turning in his head but despite all his efforts, it was hard to really imagine that sort of emotional hold they may have over her. then again, he's not been a fan of the adult constitution for quite some time now. ❝ that... must feel really lonely. i can imagine that's a lot of pressure on you if you're trained to think a certain way. a-and i don't really have any words to help but i hope that it gets better. at the very least, i hope your career takes off so you're not just stuck practicing at the rink. you can actually travel and go places. ❞ there's hope in his tone and a twinkle in his eyes because if she's putting all of this work into something, she should at least be rewarded tremendously for it. a bashful chuckle slips between lips and he shrugs lightly, his thumb continuing to swipe through the album as they speak. ❝ hey, c'mon. you have your talents, i have mine. besides, i kinda picked up art since it was the easiest thing to do at the time with the supplies i had. i'd like to make something of it, one day. 'cause anything's better than being a janitor. ❞ unfortunately, he just has to start at the bottom of the totem pole for now.

chyou furrows her brows in confusion, thinking desmond's question over. the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. but chyou had never really been allowed to think that way before. "technically. but i've been trained to think otherwise. i suppose my parents mean well but it'd be nice to relax sometimes." still, chyou doubts she'd ever be able to get the luxury - especially when her career was on the rise. "really?" chyou perks up, "thank you! i promise i'll return the favor." after all, she could do that and plenty more. when he pulled out his phone and showed her the pictures, chyou couldn't help but be impressed. "true. although he did play a convincing artist in titanic. i don't think i can watch the movie without crying." but then again, lots of things made chyou grow emotional. "you're still a lot better than you make yourself sound. i wish i could draw as good as you. the most i can do is stick figures and flowers." after all, she was more devoted to figure skating. "you don't have to, of course, but you should consider pursuing art as a career or something. i think you'd be very good at it," chyou encouraged and she meant every word, despite not knowing desmond that well. but what little she did know, she already liked.

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the curve of his mouth pulls upwards even more at the sight of her pout, that little whine of hers floating atop the single word she utters in playful displeasure. ❝ oh really? and here i thought you always have plenty to complain about. ❞ his attempt to keep things flat fails spectacularly, for anyone who knows atlas also knows that he's not a man of many words; with sofia, he has more than just a few. clearing his throat, he turns back to grab his drink off the table and gives a small shake of the head. ❝ i'm not. i've been on a few dates here and there but i'd never bring a girl to a family event unless she plans to stick around for awhile. yourself? ❞

sofia's not too sure about how this might go. but she just hopes it'll go smoothly and they don't manage to arouse any suspicion amongst atlas' siblings - especially cecilia. and also . . . sofia hopes she doesn't end up making a fool of herself in front of him. sofia needed to be cool and act like she didn't miss him ( even if she actually did ). "hey," sofia pouts at his teasing before a much softer smile graces her lips instead. "pretty good. i don't have a lot to complain about." besides the fact that i'm feeling way too lonely without you around. "are you, um, here with anyone?" she hadn't seen atlas with another woman but that doesn't stop sofia from being curious anyway.

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the pout on her face undoubtedly grows; whether arlo was actually upset or not didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things for the sole reason that she didn't want to upset him. ever. the extent of which constantly teetered on 'appropriate' and 'too emotionally invested in him'. of course she wanted the best for him. he's worked this hard and to see his dreams not come to fruition hurts her as an empath all the same. ❝ i did not, you can't say that! you'll be just fine, won't you? ❞ she asks cautiously. ❝ is there anything i can do to help you feel better? anything at all? ❞

arlo never knew how to approach being anything more than friendly with elira. anyone who had eyes could tell you that she was gorgeous, which made him a bit more intimidated to make any type of move. overall, they just weren't in the clear about if she saw him as more than just a friend. hearing her playful words in return, they rolled their eyes jokingly, only to sigh softly after. "fall for what? you broke my heart, elira-- i don't know if i'll ever be able to come back from this." he was clearly egging her on now, upping the dramatics and grabbing at their chest while attempting not to laugh. / @dysnomiias

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❝ huh, i didn't think you were that picky with caramel. ❞ as someone who generally accepted everything as is, it boggles him when people are picky. food and the like should be celebrated in this world, not scrutinized! unless it makes you ill. then you'd have all the reason in the world. ❝ oooh, ❞ he coos as they approach the table, his hands rubbing together impulsively. ❝ nah, i won't touch the cake. i know better than to cut someone else's cake! how many am i allowed to take? ❞ he asks, already plucking a few to stuff into his pockets.

MAVIS' NOSE SCRUNCHED, NOTICING ASTER'S hesitation. He might be right. She couldn't deny her tendency to be grumpy. She had always been no-nonsense. Being the sensible twin sister, she always had to keep Matthias in check. The habit to police her brother extended outside her dynamic with her sibling. "Depends on how it's made. If it's a terrible caramel, then it won't be an uplifting caramel." She led him to the dessert table. "You can't touch the cake yet but there's the candy."

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❝ n....no..... ❞ the single word comes with plenty of hesitation, aster side-eyeing her as if more of a question than anything. though he didn't explicitly imply it, she must have read his mind enough to know that he did think she was plenty capable of being grouchy ( and usually at him ). ❝ you said it, not me. and would you say that eating caramel makes you less grouchy, right? ❞

"WELL, IT'D BE UNFORTUNATE IF the grumpiest person is diabetic. Those candies wouldn't be able to fix them," Mavis quipped. She hadn't met anyone with a sweet tooth like him. She was glad to see him at ease. A huge leap from how he was a few moments ago. It was a relief that everything had gone smoothly. She shut down any follow-up questions. She owed him a lot. A huge thank you wouldn't suffice to show how grateful she was. Her brow arched at his question, furrowing at the next one that followed. "Are you saying that I'm a grouch?" she asked jokingly. "Caramel. I like caramel. Guess that makes me a grouch who eats them."

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he takes great comfort in the hand that caresses the nape of his neck, eyes fluttering shut briefly to remember the feeling. it's a sort of intimacy that doesn't usually come with a one-night stand, except that over the weekend he eventually wouldn't consider her the 'usual'. if only their smiles didn't reflect such sadness but maybe it's for the best that they leave this way; it's an easier pill to swallow than telling her the truth. ❝ okay. i'll try not to. ❞ but as he watches her fetch her things and walk away, simon is unable to lift his heart from his stomach, knowing that he'll always remain a stranger with no name to such a wonderful woman.

fin.

it wasn't clear to bea why she felt so safe and comfortable in his presence, even if they barely knew each other-- but what she did know was that she didn't want to let go. wasn't one weekend enough? she tried to shake off the thought once the kiss was broken, understanding that their time had to come to an end. there was no harm in savoring the moment, though, right? noticing his tiny forced smile, she decided to return the gesture with one herself, dainty hand rested on the back of his head as she chuckled quietly out of giddiness. "i did too... don't be a stranger, okay?" she mumbled against his lips, and before she knew it, she was pulling away to gather her belongings and began to open the car door. / @dysnomiias

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❝ of course they make a difference. there are so many different kinds that even the grumpiest person on earth could find joy in a little something to brighten their day. ❞ if his head was any bigger, he'd call himself willy wonka. ❝ hmm... gotcha, gotcha. ❞ the concept seemed contradictory: tell enough lies to get them off your back but be truthful enough so that if they raise questions, it's easier to answer. you'd think somewhere in the middle, they actually did care about that sort of thing. but it seems that the questions are just to ask and not to really know something about a person. ❝ what's your favorite candy? or are you a grouch that doesn't eat them? ❞

"DID I? IF THE SHOE fits . . . " Mavis trailed off, deadpanned, going along with Aster's joke. She noticed how he brightened up, a smile emerging on his lips. He seemed to be in a better mood than before. It was a relief. This may just be pretend, but she wanted him to genuinely have a good time here. "Good to know that the candies have made a huge difference," she teased with a faint simper, finding the other's smile contagious. "A limit? Not really. They'd be amazed, but who cares about what they think?" She did enough by just bringing him here and killing off the spinster allegations. She didn't care about anything else anymore. "Yeah, we can have them anywhere."