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tbh give me a “damn you used to be dorky and lame as fuck in high school but now you’re fucking hot and i kinda wanna rip your clothes off but oops i used to make your life a living hell??? pls tell me you accept blowjobs as a form of an apology????” plot thanks

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"a friend. what you don't have any of those? relax."

open to: m / f / nb ! ♡ muse: wyn derrick. 30-35. a-list action star.

"who the fuck was that guy?"

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it was fair to say that mila had never seen this side of him, not that she could blame him. if there was one thing she was good at it was infuriating people and she once again proved that just now. she was also good at acting like words didn't affect her but this time that armor cracked when she heard him call her a fraud and the way he had said it to her. "you don't have to be such a fucking asshole." she spat back at him now that she had felt the venom in his words. "i fucked up, is that what you want me to admit to? i'm a piece of shit person and guess what you still liked me and even now i bet you hate yourself because a part of you still cares about me and you wish you didn't."

"but you did." he nodded his head rapidly, as there was a drastic shift to his demeanor. a fury gleamed in his eyes and his focus didn't part from her. "i could care less about the piss poor story you're trying to put together in that twisted fucking mind of yours." he scoffed feeling his body tense up on him, indicating fight-or-flight response. vincent knew he should just leave and stop engaging with her. however, he couldn't. "i don't do the things i did for you, for just anybody. i told you things i never told anyone." he shook his head and disregarded her last comment. "but to answer your question, a mistake on my end for trusting you- a fucking fraud." he spat through gritted teeth.

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Within just a matter of seconds the tables had definitely turned on her. "Who said I didn't want you?" She asked as if she hadn't just openly admitted to sleeping with someone else and that they weren't together. "All I said is we weren't exclusive so why does it matter if we did sleep with other people?"

Mike shrugged fully unsure of what he meant. The words that spilled from his lips might have very well have been the truth. "I mean, Mila, you don't even want me." He shrugged again. "So what's there for me to work at. Maybe I am done."

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Silas had no idea what the night had to offer but since he didn't have to make a good impression he could at least say he didn't feel nervous at all. Also he wasn't actually dating Serenity so it didn't really matter what her dad thought about him at the end of the day anyways. A grin filled his lips when the door opened for him and Serenity flew into his arms, his own wrapped around her waist. "Oh you know I wouldn't miss it, babe." He teased as he stepped into the house and as expected her father went to greet him. "Yeah, same dude." Silas returned the handshake, already picking up on the fact that Serenitys dad probably would hate being called dude. Moving back to Serenitys side, his arm went around her hips. "Missed you, pretty girl." he told her as he pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head.

When the knock echoed through the door, Serenity’s heart skipped a beat. She’d been anticipating this moment, but now that it was here, a rush of excitement coursed through her. Her father moved toward the door, and Serenity couldn’t help but hold her breath, waiting for the reveal. As soon as the door swung open to reveal Silas standing there, looking every bit as composed as ever, her grin widened. Without a second thought, she dashed across the room, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “So glad you could make it,” she said, her voice playful, the edges of her words laced with a hint of challenge. She pulled back just enough to give him a look, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Welcome, come meet my parents. This is my dad,” Serenity said, her tone light but tinged with a playful edge. Her father, ever the demanding parent, stepped forward with a stern look and extended his hand to Silas. "Pleasure to finally meet you," he said, his grip firm, giving off the air of someone used to making strong first impressions. Serenity stood off to the side, watching the interaction unfold, curious to see how Silas would handle the formalities and knowing what plans they had in store for tonight.

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to the outside world he was sure not a soul was even questioning this. it really did just look like two people grabbing drinks together or chatting at a bar. this would have only looked weird if anyone from his team was here but one look around the bar and the only face he recognized was hers. he couldn't even say he was surprised at hearing that right now things were off with her boyfriend, he knew the guys on his team enough to know this was a normal occurrence. "i have no intention of saying anything." he admitted, questioning if this was even a smart move on his part. "i'll have this drink here with you and then what?"

"do i?" she once again asks coyly, amusement lighting up her eyes as she watches him. in her opinion, she saw absolutely nothing wrong with the two of them sitting there, having a drink. "besides, i don't recognize anyone, do you?" she inquires, making a point to look around the bar before turning back to him. "i won't tell if you don't." she leans in to whisper, her arm brushing against his. "anyways, girlfriend is a bit of a strong word right now." she then adds with a scoff, leaning back to sip at her drink while barely suppressing a roll of her eyes. she and her boyfriend were always on again and off again as it were, and right now, they were off.

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michael needing something from her was not shocking, as much as sophie wished it was. but it seemed like if not every game at least once a week they were in this exact position for something. "right." her answer was short as she started cleaning the gash, trying to be as gentle as she could. "and who was the one that started the fight to begin with?" sophie asked as she started putting a bandage on it. "you know you're lucky you didn't need stitches on this."

closed starter for @soultiies // based on plot

this wasn't the first time michael was getting hurt on the ice rink and running to them to patch him up. to be fair, this time it really was his fault for starting the fight in the first place, but he had to show the guy not to fuck with him. "these refs are ass at their job, y'know? he comes flying at me after the fight's already been deemed over and somehow i'm the one to blame for it." he winces at the pain as they clean off the gash that he has on the side of his neck from the hockey stick, head slightly tilted to the side to give them better access.

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Mila was pretty good at acting indifferent in most of her conversations but the minute she had heard his last set of words, her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean you don't know if you can get over this?" She hadn't actually thought that Michael wouldn't be able to move past this. "Like you're saying you're just done?"

Having feelings for a woman who was deadset on pushing him away was incredibly frustrating. Yet here he was, when he usually would have been gone. "Mila, I told you that it was only you." Maybe he should've clarified he wanted to be exclusive. "But fuck I don't know if I can get over this."

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looking for some plots on discord so idkk give this a like and i'll send you my user on there

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continued from here — @sourtimcs

Mila should have expected this to be Jordans response because they had never really been one to let Mila talk her usual nonsense. "Just because I kept wanting to see you didn't mean we were exclusive." Mila shrugged. "I don't know why you're acting like that, I wouldn't have thrown a fit if you had been sleeping with people on the side."

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She did have to give him credit because he put up with a lot more than she had expected him to. Not many really would put up with the attitude Mila gave. "I mean yeah but we never said anything about being exclusive?" At his next question all she could do was shrug. "I really think that, I mean how do I know you haven't been doing the same thing this whole time?"

What could he say. Simple women just weren't his taste and yet his type often brought complications like this. "Shit, Mila we were doing a lot more than talking." He ran a hang through his hair. Two stubborn fools. "Do you really think that or do you just think I'll go with it cause you said it?"

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ANORA (2024) dir. Sean Baker

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continued from here — @chvmpcgnerps

it was clear he was hurt, his words making it extremely obvious and yes those words stung but one thing that mila had always been good at was acting like words didn't hurt her. "because i didn't fuck up." she told him with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "oh come on vincent, what did you think this was?" mila asked him, raising her eyebrows in question. "going for low blows i see, go ahead get all that anger out, honey."

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continued from here — @hartofxmatter

Mila just shrugged, of course she knew she messed up but her toxic trait was not admitting to that amongst a lot of other things. "We were talking, simple as that. You could have just as easily been sleeping with other people too."

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muse. mila friedman . fashion designer open to. m / f / nb.

“i didn’t cheat on you because we were never together. what part of that are you not understanding?”

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Mateo held his hands up in surrender as he shrugged "Okay, I believe you. You hate me. I still like you. Not much has really changed."

"I don't like anything about you," Monica defended, shaking her head at him. "Not now, not anymore. So... just stop it, okay?"