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after an overextended night shift, eliana was fast asleep when she was startled by a strange call from the hospital, requesting her presence at the ER to visit astrid. not much was disclosed, the severity of the situation unknown, but she figured it ought to be serious or else they wouldn't have reached out ( right ? ). concern takes over as she gets ready in less than ten minutes, driving to the hospital at an unlawful speed. “ would it hurt you to be grateful ? i didn't even know i was your emergency contact. ” she quips, surprised by the cold welcome. having spoken to the nurses on her way in, they clarified the pragmatics of what happened, though not the cause. “ you forgot to eat again, didn't you ? you never fucking eat during long shifts. that's probably why you fainted. ”

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astrid had been on hour 15 of her 12 hour shift when exhaustion struck and she had accidentally 'knicked' herself — a very simplified explanation of a more serious accident — with a scalpel while doing a routine procedure, which resulted in her fainting ( probably from overexhaustion on top of the blood loss ) and having to get stitches. she thought everyone was being dramatic when they insisted she be treated, but the worst of it had to have been not knowing her emergency contact had been called while she was out, which she thought was just over the top. though, the last person she'd expected to see what them. "i told everyone i'm fine, i don't know why they had to call you and worry you. or why you even showed up."

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“ okay, like you're so fucking perfect. you're the perfect husband and i'm the fuck up, right ? it's always my fault. i do everything wrong. ” leans on the dramatics, tone raising as hands fling around along with her speech to emphasize her point. isabella wasn't faultless, but she also wasn't the only one to blame for how much they had been growing apart lately ... she felt his absence, his distance, even when they were in the same room. “ do you know how many times i've wondered if you still want me ? ” tears burn at her eyes now, threatening to fall down her cheeks, yet her gaze remains on him. “ this place is just walls and a roof — you're my home. we can have anything we want, as long as we're in this together. ”

" once ? you can really stand there and tell me you've fucked up once ? " lets out a laugh of disbelief, an unamused one that tears at his throat and cuts through the air. " isabella, do you hear yourself ? do you know how many things i've sat in this house alone, wondering if you still wanted this ? " his voice isn't loud, but it trembles, and he shakes his head in response. " then let's fucking have it. let's work on having that. — you think i haven't been waiting for it ? god, that's all i want, a baby with you, but how can we bring a baby into this when this place doesn't even feel like a home ? " not that she was the only one to blame for it, but putting her career first was definitely not helping their situation.

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nervous energy courses through her, making it difficult to stand still, to remain within his scope and under his gaze. how could he be so resolute ? doesn't even attempt to fight her scorching words, simply excuses his behavior and accepts his fate, whatever it might be. whatever gayatri decides. it hurt all the more, how henrik showed no interest in pleading his case. “ you understand ... of course you do. it was all transactional, was it not ? gaining my trust, sharing my bed ... i was but a means to an end. ” semblance falters, grief in her eyes. “ make the request, though i will not guarantee it. ”

these things she speaks of, a mind of his own, a moral compass, they would never serve him, not the way duty would. that's what henrik has been taught since birth, raised to be loyal to no fault. she is the first person who has ever made him question it. the only person. and now that he's betrayed her, he can leave those thoughts behind. his head bows, he knows this has been coming, that what he did can have no fate but death. "i've sent word to my people now. it's done, they have the information, i understand if you must do what you see fit." he lifts his gaze. "i know it's selfish to even ask, but may i make one request of you?"

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eyes widen in surprise at her loud tone, brows furrowing as ethan attempts to understand where she's coming from — what might be causing this level of grievance. unfortunately, her arguments don't resonate, his view on the matter unwavering. “ it does bother me that we spend so much time apart, but i'm doing the best i can to juggle everything. if the film tanks, the whole production company might fall with it. i just ... have so much on my shoulders. ” a defeated sigh preambles his approach, quick strides bringing them closer, large palms finding her cheeks. “ and when i come home, i don't want us to fight. i want us to be okay, baby. make up for lost time. ”

"suddenly!?" the way francesca repeats the word borders on shrill. her gaze lands on him and her eyes may as well be laser beams with how intensely she stares him down, standing on the spot for a second. "this is not something i've come up with on a whim. i tell you how i feel and you can't even muster up a tiny bit of understanding? you can't pretend that it bothers you too?" she swallows, stepping closer to him. "you're here, but are you really here? it's like all that stuff is always just there, in the back of your mind, even when we're literally in bed together."

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an advanced copy of 'to whom it may concern' rests inside her bag, as if all her feelings for him could possibly be surmised and fit inside the confinements of a leather tote. nonetheless, betty brought the paperback with the intention of giving it to him. would he care to read it ? would he be upset if he did ? “ here. in case you wanna see for yourself that there's nothing incriminating on it. ” extends the gift, hand subtly shaking with anxiety. “ should i see you differently ? you haven't called or texted. i'm pretty sure i left you a drunk voicemail once. it seems you got away unscathed. ”

it doesn't really change much, but at the very least her correction earns an eyebrow raise of acknowledgement from dawson. it still feels... strange, he can't help but wonder how much of them is in it, even if the book isn't about them. the heartache he's felt over betty has painted everything in his life in the aftermath, so he can only imagine. "the one that got away." he repeats and clenches his jaw for a moment. "is that it, then? that's how you see me now?"

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a wicked grin spreads across his lips at her reaction. it was reassuring, validating even, to watch quinn lower her guard for a fleeting moment and allow herself to be seduced by him. “ right here ? ” acts under her command, shifting his head to the other side, leaving a trail of slow kisses from her neck to exposed collarbone. lingers there for a moment, taking in the scent of citrus and trouble, wrapped up in an intoxicating bow. “ my intentions have always been clear to those who matter to me, q. ” to her. max might often disguise the depth of his feelings, but he's never hidden his attraction nor devotion. “ that's exactly why you chose it ... because you knew i'd wanna take it off. ” calls her bluff, tutting as gaze travels down her body, fabric ( or lack thereof ) not leaving much to the imagination. “ me seething at the sight of you with someone else would probably do the opposite of saving my relationship. besides ... i think i'm done with her. she's so boring. ”

oh, so they're playing this game now. it's always a difficult one to win. quinn is headstrong, stubborn, vengeful, but she's also love - stricken. closes her eyes, relishing the soft brush of his lips on her skin. " no. " voice goes lower, a whisper between two former lovers. " the other one. " and then her eyes are opening and she has to slip the mask on again. " but that isn't your choice, is it ? intentions matter too, maxie. " lifts one hand, bringing it up against his cheek. knuckles stroke gently, soothingly. " and if you could, you'd slide one of those big hands under my dress right now. " a dress she'd chosen very deliberately. " maybe we should go on a double date. you and her. me and . . . someone. we gotta save your relationship, baby. you don't want to lose insta followers, do you ? "

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LOLA TUNG as BELLY CONKLIN THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022-) 2x05: "Love Fool"

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“ meditate ? introspect ? you're a fucking chatterbox, dude. ” teases lightheartedly, focus difficult to maintain. “ this is a study of the human form, your abs aren't necessary for the assignment, ” pauses for dramatic effect, glancing over him without restraint. “ not that i'm complaining. ” charcoal meets paper again, majority of the sketch outlined, only a few shadows and definition left. which don't require the other to keep posing, but elijah will keep that to himself as an excuse to keep relishing in the view. “ really good, despite how you've changed positions about a hundred times. wanna check it out ? ”

tries to keep a steady pose, arms held above his head. " how do you expect me to just not talk for hours ? " makes a face, glancing down at his nude body. " like it or not, there aren't many guys out there with bodies like mine. you're stuck with me, man. " smiles confidently, a brief moment passing before he's returning to his emotionless, posed look. " how's it coming along ? "

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the way quinn looks propped up on his bed is enough to give him plenty ideas, yet her mocking tone was what broke his resolve. swiftly invades personal space by hovering above her, lowering torso so hands rest on each side of smaller frame. “ this shoulder ? ” lips find soft skin at the crook of her neck, before light hues lift to features. “ i don't know, she's so fucking insecure, thinks i'm cheating all the time ... and i'm not, ironically. as you know. ” he would have, if only the woman beneath him gave in. “ she does hate that we're — whatever we are. too bad i don't care anymore. ”

pouts, exaggerated voice thrown on for effect. " aw, you poor baby. should we get cartons of ice cream ? tissues so you can cry on my shoulder ? " arms remain outstretched to prop her weight up, eyes peering up at him mischievously. " seriously, though. " expression changes back to its normal state. " what's the matter with butter face this time ? is she sad now that i'm back in your life ? " quirks a brow, genuinely curious.

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a plot where they’re both at an art show and they’re stood next to each other at a certain collection and he asks her opinion and she completely blasts it saying she doesn’t understand any of it and it looks like something a kid would do and he just laughs and nods with her. but then later on he’s revealed as the artist and she feels so bad that she blasted his work and he just found it pretty amusing and they go out for coffee as her apology and just imagine him taking her to art galleries and she’s just brutally honest saying she doesn’t understand any of it so he explains and wow 

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I waited. I waited a long time. But I'm grown now, Stack. And I know you never planned to stay. Why can't you just say that?

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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give me a plot with two established adults. (older muses… i love them.) our muses dated in college, but muse a ended the relationship because they were super smart and ready for success in life, whereas muse b was kind of a deadbeat & immature and had no direction in life. fast forward x amount of years. muse b’s coworker says they have the perfect match for them and sets them up on a blind date. you guessed it - yes. it’s muse a. now, the tables have reversed and muse b is successful (maybe like a restaurant owner) and muse a just got out of a relationship, lost their job, etc. awkward.

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once they got through the door, he didn't bother looking back or speaking to any of the other guys, slamming the thing shut as if it presented a barrier of safety and distance. his behavior, specially the irish goodbye, would likely bring repercussions, but it didn't matter — all he cared about was getting paris out of that house. away from bradley and further prying eyes. ❛  i was close. ❜ elijah admits, sensitive to how she clings to his side, arm remaining around her like it belongs there. their obvious chemistry was getting harder to deny, his overprotectiveness adding fuel to the fire. ❛  good call, there. definitely threw him off ... calmed me down, too. ❜

men  like  brad  were  simple  creatures:    they  respected  other  men  more  than  they  respected  women    –    and  if  one  was  already,    so  they  say,    claimed    –    they’d  take  the  l.    which  is  exactly  what  he  did,    hands  raising  in  surrender.    ❛  whatever,    bro.  ❜    he  looked  as  if  he  were  five  seconds  away  from  pushing  a  chair  over  as  elijah  nudges  past  him.    paris’  feet  were  dragging,    head  still  reeling  from  the  touch    –    from  the  way  my  girl  sounded  coming  from  his  lips.    the  cool  breeze  pushes  her  hair  back  and  she  doesn’t  bother  to  retract  her  arm,    in  fact,    her  fist  balls  around  his  t  -  shirt  instead.    ❛  that  was    –    convincing.  ❜    she  mutters.    ❛  you  were  going  to  hit  him,    weren’t  you?  ❜

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❛ i knew it. beach was too predictable. plus, it's easily accessible and we can stroll along the coast any other time. ❜ didn't mean for it to sound like she's already making other plans for them to hang out together, but doesn't retract either, allowing the idea to linger instead. looking at him with excitement, sienna takes his hand as she hoists herself up. ❛  got your backpack with the map, dora ? or do we need to ask the viewers to help us find it ?  ❜

❛  a  walk  through  the  woods  was  definitely  the  riskier  answer.  ❜    bobby  agrees  with  a  nod.    ❛  but  also  the  one  i  was  hoping  you  would  choose    –    it  was  a  test,    you  passed.  ❜    the  beach  was  a  safe  answer,    an  abandoned  lighthouse  near  a  cove    –    but  the  chances  of  tourists  being  there  was  high.    the  treehouse?    port  haven’s  best  kept  secret.    he  brings  himself  to  his  feet,    hand  reaching  down  for  her  to  take.    ❛  your  tour  begins  now.  ❜

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as elijah was about to lose his temper, mouth stammers shut at the feeling of her arm snaking around him, his own easily finding a comfortable position over her shoulders. he quickly picks up on what paris is trying to do — wiggle them out of the situation, which was probably a better solution than his slightly more violent plan. ❛  we're never really off, are we baby ? i can't get enough of you. ❜ free digits find her cheek, stroking the soft skin before eyes set on the intruder, gaze shooting daggers. ❛  so take a fucking hint and leave my girl alone, brad. we're going. ❜ leverages his build to push the man aside, reaching for the door.

yes,    she  thinks,    say  it    –    but  she  won’t  press  further,    this  isn’t  the  time  nor  the  place.    paris  follows  his  lead,    letting  his  hand  guide  her  through  the  hotboxed  living  room.    bradley’s  interruption  makes  her  stomach  turn.    the  friend  who  had  set  her  up  with  him  nowhere  to  be  found    –    what  a  shitty  friend,    she  thought.    ❛  sorry    –    can’t  stay.  ❜    she  smiles  politely.    ❛  why?    ‘cause  of  elijah?    how  do  you  even know him?  ❜    paris  offers  elijah  a  sideways glance  before  spinning  a  story.    ❛  he’s  my  boyfriend.    well,    was  my  boyfriend    –    you  know  how  on  again,    off  again  can  be.  ❜    she  releases  his  hand  to  slide  her  arm  around  his  back.    ❛  looks  like  we’re  on  again.    right,    baby?  ❜

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sienna knew the cardinal rule — could hear her best friend's voice saying ❛  please don't flirt with my brother, that's disgusting  ❜  in the back of her head. alas, it was in her nature to be friendly and she couldn't deny that their banter was enjoyable. no harm no foul, right ? ❛  i don't think anyone should spend that much time trapped inside a tin box on wheels with their family. ❜ she jests, frame turning to face him instead of the pool, cross-legged. ❛  so we're playing 'choose your own adventure' ? okay ... you probably think i'm gonna say beach, so i'm inclined to choose woods. but maybe you thought i'd do that too – fuck it, i pick the woods. ❜

day  one  of  their  summer  vacation  and  he’d  already  broken  the  first  rule  set  in  place  by  his  sister:    no  flirting  with  her  friend.    it  was  a  habit  he’d  had  since  middle  school    –    a  given  considering  the  fact  that  he  and  his  sister  were  exactly  fourteen  months  apart.    ❛  hey,    that  sounds  fun  too!    but  i  think  my  sister  and  i  would  have  actually  killed  each  other  if  we  were  forced  to  co  -  exist  in  that  small  of  a  space  for  that  long.  ❜    he  laughs,    head  cocked  to  the  side.    ❛  he  would  love  to.  ❜    –    ❛  but  you  have  to  pick:    a  stroll  through  the  woods or  a  stroll  along  the  beach.  ❜