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Nellie steels herself as she and Cole step into the house, pushing down both her nerves and the desire to let her gaze flit around the already crowded party. She knows that Nathaniel is probably here somewhere, and just the thought of seeing him is enough to make her chest tighten painfully. It's been weeks since they spoke last, ever since-- "Do you want a drink?" Cole asks with a smile, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil she's currently experiencing. She nods, allowing him to tug her over to where the refreshments are lined up on tables, and while she isn't sure that alcohol is the best idea right now, Nellie takes the cup he hands her without complaint. She turns back to the room in time to see one of her friends making a beeline toward them, and she nearly chokes on her drink when her eyes land on the person right behind them. Nate. She's quick to look away before their gazes can lock, but the damage is done, her cheeks flaming as she tries to hide them behind her cup. The group exchanges greetings before dissolving into polite conversation, though Nellie lets Cole do most of the talking. She's far too aware of how close Nathaniel is, their arms almost colliding before he steps back. "Don't worry about it," she says, her pulse syncing up to the thumping bass. She's grateful to the music for hiding the loud pounding of her heart, almost certain it would be audible otherwise. "Hi. How are you?"

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It's her boyfriend that Nate sees first, and though he is the one who completely broke ties, the sight of the two of them together stings more than he cares to admit. Of course he knew there was always a chance that she would be here tonight, but it turns out neither time nor distance is enough to dull the ache of seeing them together.

Memories of that night together flash through his thoughts, cutting through the blaring music and streams of conversations making up the rest of the party. If only the ground could open up and swallow him right there.

If nothing else, he can't imagine she wants to speak to him. It's clear she made her choice, just as he was forced to make his, but it turns out that sharing the same friend group is more complicated than anticipated. There is no chance to drift away before one of their mutual friends is pulling at his arm, dragging him closer to join in greeting her.

He wears a polite smile—or at least that's what he hopes it looks like, and even when conversation breaks off in a different direction, all he can do is stand there, shoulders nearly brushing his former best friend's until Nate clears his throat and steps back. "Sorry," he mumbles. "So... hey."

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She moves in easily as Raleigh pulls her closer, sliding her cold toes beneath the warmth of his leg as she settles in against his chest. Affection swells behind her ribcage at his admission, the exhaustion in her fiancé's voice betraying how much effort it must've taken for him to stay awake just so they could have another few moments together before sleep took over. It's the little gestures like that that make Riley love him more every day, and she feels that same prickle of amazement at the fact that this is the guy she gets to spend her life with. The reminder makes her tilt her head back enough to kiss his jaw, before she tucks her forehead against the curve of his neck and allows her eyes to close. "Goodnight, Ral." Morning arrives earlier than she'd like, and while Riley would enjoy nothing more than sleeping in on her day off, her body clearly has other ideas. She's barely opened her eyes before a wave of nausea has her sitting up suddenly, and as her stomach rolls again she has no choice but to toss back the blankets and rush into their ensuite, kneeling there on the cool tiles until the worst of the sickness has passed. Only then does she push herself up from the floor, standing on shaky legs as she immediately reaches for her toothbrush.

Raleigh floats to bed and by the time his head hits the pillow his eyes are already closed. Nights like this are more bearable with Riley at his side. He would even describe tonight as fun, but only because this is the way it all ends.

Before Riley joins him, he can feel himself slipping, and it takes effort to keep himself awake until she is comfortable beside him. Even with that, all he manages is a groan at her question. It takes a moment and a deep breath before he is able to roll onto his side and pull her closer to his chest. "Not yet." The words are mumbled against her hair and then joined by a kiss. "Waited for you." Another deep breath is slowly released in a sigh, and he pulls the blanket farther around them both. Once he is sure they are both comfortable, he manages top open his eyes just long enough for, "Good night, baby."

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well well ! guess who actually remembered her muse's bday for once

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—   ⁺  𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍  ,  1982  [ #400 GIFS ] VARIOUS  /  sebastian stan is white, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to purchase the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own packs! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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"Hey boss, your phone is ringing!" Samuel's voice comes from the direction of his office, and Zander swears softly as he pushes himself up from his spot on the floor. He's doing some spring cleaning--along with a bit of reorganizing--though he's quickly coming to the realization that his shop doesn't need it. It's nearly spotless already, and besides a few minor tweaks, he already likes the way everything is set up.

Mostly it's a way to keep his hands busy while Liam is off at his doctor's appointment, a task for his mind to focus on so he doesn't wear a path into the floor with his nervous pacing. He has a good feeling about today, but he won't know for sure until he talks to his husband.

"Thanks," he tells Samuel as they pass each other, his fingers already reaching for his phone. Loverboy flashes across the screen, and his stomach flips as he accepts the call and presses the device to his ear. "Hey, baby." He smiles just at the sound of Liam's voice, his eyes drifting shut as he imagines his handsome face. "It's never a bad time to talk to you. I just wasn't near my phone so it took a minute... What's up? Are you still at the doctor's?"

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based on this, but really it's an athlete coming back from an injury and your muse is their first call after they get the green light to play (could be another teammate/friend, someone he hasn't talked to in a while, or a significant other?)

After his conversation with the medical team, Liam isn't sure anything would be capable of erasing his smile. He spent months training in hopes of eventually making it back onto the ice with the team. It hasn't been an easy journey, but as he lets the doctor's words replay in his mind, it finally feels worth it:

"You're good to go, Liam! I don't see why you can't play in the next game."

Whatever else the doctor had said didn't matter as much as that, and as soon as he left the room, his phone was in his hand. The best news he has heard in months, and there is one person he wants to share it with first.

He is impatient as the line rings, heel tapping on the carpet of the hallway as he waits for them to answer so he can finally share his update about being able to return to the game. Impossibly, his smile widens as they pick up. "Hello? Hey! I—sorry. Is this a bad time? I would've texted, but... I honestly wasn't thinking."

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The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Wes Anderson

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 —   ⁺  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒  ,  1997  [ #233 GIFS ]  HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER S1 /  brian altemus is white, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!

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howl jewellery

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Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

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SURFACE Season 2 | Episode 05

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Better Than Tollhouse Chewy & Soft Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies