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"C'mon you just got here! Stay for another drink, you promised me fun! And it's still early!" Though Jeremy's understanding of early was entirely his own. (@heartofasoldier)

#jeremy;threads #throwing him at anyone u want!!

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"Since when do you read?" Jeremy counters, still pulling out the chair before sitting in front of Asher. "Are you trying to impress someone? 'Cuz that I'd understand!"

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"Can't you see I'm busy?"

#jeremy;threads #;asher

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The first snowball brought him to consciousness, although it was the second one that caused Jeremy to open his eyes. Fuckin' kids. They ran as soon as he began to move and he was too hungover to chase after 'em. He slowly, but surely, raised to his feet and the irony was not lost on him. He'd always been told he was the spitting image of his father, a statement that made his blood boil, but he never felt it more than now. Drunk to the point where he didn't remember the night before, to the point where he couldn't reach his own front door. It wasn't until he was sure of his balance, about to take a step when he felt eyes boring in on the back of his head, "Fuck you lookin' at?"

#jeremy;threads #marina:starter #my vi threads are bumming me out so have this loser!

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"Well if it isn't the world's best dance partner!" Yvette exclaimed as she approached the almost-stranger. She was grateful that he'd indulged her on New Years when she was trying to drown out the world. Despite the gruesome end to the night she was thankful for the distraction. Although she didn't catch, or remember, his name and was too shy to ask for it now. "If you ever need an endorsement for Dancing with the Stars or something, I'm there!" (@brightstvrlights)

#threads;yvette #;alexander

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#mirror;yvette #hc for yvette is that she btvs is her comfort show and she's watched it a hundred times and that number isn't an exaggeration

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Jason can't help the wide smile that takes over his features. Her laugh was his favourite sound to elicit from her, among other sounds, but this just filled him with joy. That they were both here, together, safe, and alive. He'd been even more reluctant to let her go since the New Years party and he was thankful she felt the same. "Inside great...outside good too!" he counters as he hovers over her, placing a quick peck on her hand. ""Oh—" he smirks, bringing a hand to grab at the exact spot he knows to be ticklish. "It's the sheets you can't leave huh?" he throws out each word as his hands move about her body.

Delaney remains under the covers, raising up onto her elbows as she hears his faint footsteps heading to the bedroom. Her eyebrow arches when he walks through the door way but before she can even make a suggestive comment he's dragging her closer, a soft squeal leaving her. "Inside good... Outside bad!" She murmurs as she raises her arms, resting them on his shoulders as she keeps her eyes on his. "How long will you keep me away from this bed? You have sheets I don't think I could ever leave."

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#threads;jason #;delaney

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Jason returns to the room to see Delaney further entering the blankets. "Don't give me that look!" he warns as he settles at the foot of the bed and yanks her closer to him. "We need to get out of this apartment! I need food and sunlight!" he explains, trying to fill his tone with resolve. Both of them knowing if she looked at him for a moment longer they'd both be under the covers for the day. (@oculiaperticlausi)

#threads;jason #;delaney #i had a whole other starter prepared....then i saw this gif and had to #😘

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"Saving?!" Toni repeated in disbelief as she scoffed. "Yea because your eyes were pleading help me!" They both knew that he enjoyed attention, it's another thing they had in common and Toni knew it'd fuel his ego even more to have two women fighting over him. The touch was annoying as it was welcome, there was never a time where being in close proximity of him didn't send her thoughts into explicit content. "If I liked you so much I would've asked, but we both know I'm in it for your body. There's a difference." she stated as her hand grazed the length of his back slowly. "And what? You stand a chance?" Toni tilts her head towards him with a mischievous look. "Meet me in the coat closet in 15 minutes if you can get away." she leaned in whispering her proposition. And without much thinking placed a quick peck on his lips before turning to leave. He was right she wasn't the jealous type, she was having sex in a closet during the party type. Maybe that would be her New Years' resolution. To be a different type of person. Little did Antonia know that she would never get that chance.

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"I guess we'll never find out. You didn't even come to check if I needed saving. I'm a bit appalled." he mocked disbelief and hurt, placing a hand over his heart and fought to keep the smirk off his face. One thing he could always bet on was Antonia's quick fire backs. It excited him to immensely which was probably why he continued to press her buttons. Throwing an arm around her shoulders carelessly he said, "If I’d known you were going to be this upset, I’d have asked you instead. I just figured you’d have some lady balls and asked me since you clearly like me so much. We both know that poor man don't stand a chance, Toni, and jealousy ain't something I'm familiar with." his words followed by a wink.

#threads;toni #;jaziel #rip toni

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The meeting had not gone how he wanted, not in the slightest. He was distracted by the murders and how those he held close could potentially be next. He'd hovered around Celeste and Delaney the most and while they might've been thankful he was busy today, his mind remained with them. Jason was looking at his phone when he ran into someone causing his phone to fall. "Fuck!" he lifted the foot that was stomped on, taking a moment to register who had run into him. "—Uh, yea. Yea, yea I'm okay." he tried to find composure and stood straighter though his foot throbbed. "You okay?" gaze falling towards the cane.

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For the first time that night, Abel’s cane made an appearance. He was embarrassed to be with it, he was embarrassed when his muscles acted up. The icing on top of the cake was running into Jason - literally. Practically stomping on his foot and everything. “Shit - shit, Jason, hey… sorry. Wasn’t really paying attention. Obviously - you okay? Didn’t lose… any toes, right?”

#threads;jason #;abel #making this post event instead bc im a flop and never got to it #ily

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"I picked up a thing or two when I lived alone..." Jason smiles sheepishly not one to cook, or in this case bake, for anyone outside of his family. Much like work it was precise all the while leaving room for some flourish. "I'm a man of many talents Matthew!" he reaffirmed as he slid the cheesecake slice in his direction.

w/ @frvrwriting — dealer's choice

"Who knew you were such a culinary expert; kept that one pretty close to your chest. Unless of course you tricked someone else in to baking it for you, which wouldn't be entirely unbelievable. But do tell me, what does one have to do to actually get to try some of that, because cheesecake might just be my kryptonite..."

#threads;jason #;matthew

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Violet knew that going out to drink was a bad idea, but there was only so many nights she could spend at home allowing the tears to lull her to sleep. Jackson's voice cut through the already noisy crowd. "C'mon you're smarter than this and they aren't worth it." she spoke as she moved before him and the subject of his anger.

w/ @frvrwriting — dealer's choice

"--- you wanna repeat that, maybe a little louder this time for the people in the back?"

#threads;violet #;jackson

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"I don't need a bribe! I would've done it just 'cuz you asked." Emre lies with a shrug as he reaches for the crate. "Bar's been busier huh?"

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"Wanna help me with this? Just need to get it to the back room. You'll get a free drink out of it."

#threads;emre #;kyle

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OLIVIA BAKER + season 4a hair

#mirror;melody

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They were supposed to bound together, family, through the good times and especially the hard they were there to help one another through it. Violet hadn't seen her parents since the last funeral they attended and having them around had taken a toll on Vi. Her mother's voice in her head that she'd finally learned to mute was back with a vengeance. Her father said all but three sentences to her and one of them was thanking her for the ride to the airport. Jesse had been life float ring in the sea that was Marino visit. "I haven't." she counters although she had been. She'd been trying to keep it together and something in her cracked anytime Jesse was around. As if her own subconscious knew this was the only person she could crumble in front of, crumble with. "I just-I've been trying to hold it together...I feel like I'm living in this terrible, terrible nightmare." she confesses words hitching on a cry she fiercely holds back.

He's been trying. Trying to reach out, trying to find a stable foundation to stand on so the grief doesn't bury him alive. He took over paying for Isabella's phone bill so he could call and listen to her voicemail box. Her funeral came and went yet somehow it didn't feel real. It felt like she was lurking around the corner, waiting for the right opportunity to jump out and scare them both. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he steps up next to her. He drifts his gaze up to look at some lingering people with flowers, some sniffles of tears and murmurs of other conversations. He doesn't say a thing. He's not even sure what to say. Everything Dakota has tried to say the last few weeks don't matter to him either and it makes him feel like shit. He knows the distance he's putting between him and the blonde is unfair but he doesn't know how to be anything else. "I didn't say anything." He glances over at her. "You've been ignoring my calls, Vi."

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#threads;violet #;jesse #tw grief

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#musings;violet

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She was numb. Was this an out-of-body experience? Violet thought she had experienced loss, went through grieving with Rick. His was sudden, she hadn't expected it. She remembers a woman, an aunt....or was she a cousin third removed...The woman had told her that if she got through that she cold get through anything. What a fucking joke. She couldn't bare it. Couldn't think her sister's name let alone utter it. Why had she come here...Oh right her statement. She wasn't sure what had happened to the security cameras at the museum and Vi could not recall what time of night she lost the keys to her office. She's following a guard now, slow and staggered steps. Can I see him? her own voice echoes back at her. The guard was either too tired or too sympathetic to argue. She couldn't imagine what she looked like now. She settles into the seat and her gaze locks on the figure that approaches and sits. She listens to their voice, there's a crackle as it comes through. What was she here for? "—Uh." This was a bad idea. She couldn't tell how she actually arrived here how was she supposed to tell if he was lying through his teeth. "...Did you see anything...anyone...Isabella?" her voice comes out a lot calmer than she anticipated.

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they haven't slept since their arrest - they couldn't, not really; their high extending late into the morning, the soles of their shoes gone smooth from hours of pacing the same traced steps in their too - small cell. they've always been a little claustrophobic - a fear they would kill to defend, probably; but the joke's no longer funny. it no longer lands - viktor doesn't know how to laugh anymore, even as the shock dispels and the comedown crashes into them like a storm's waves. even irony doesn't humor them - eyes tired and disoriented as the guard tells them they have a visitor. christ, really? part of them wants to deny it - but curiosity... a hopefulness, maybe, prevails and they're shuffling after the guard to the visitor's room, taking a seat in front of the glass meant to separate them. viktor can't bring them self to look up, hands fumbling clumsily with the phone for a second before picking it up with a tired tone. "i didn't - fucking do it. any of it - i didn't kill any of them, okay? if that's what you're here for - here to hear, fucking - whatever - fuck off. okay? i didn't do it."

#threads;violet #;viktor #this is a mess but :) #tw grief

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"Yeah? Maybe it's not so terrible being here." Or so it wasn't thanks to copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed; alas the moment that faded the grief would return, she was sure of it. "Missing them is the hard part." She admitted somberly. There had always been something about her big sister, something that no matter what her mood or general mental state was, she seemed held the power to flip it for the better. Always. "You're biased and we both know it. Speaking of which there was something I wanted to ask yo--" but before she could finish her sentence, a guy was calling out to her sister from the bar, motioning her over. "Someone's eager." Bella teased, before looking back to her sister as she followed suit and motioned to shoo her away. "Go, get out of here -- we can finish this conversation later." The youngest Marino added, before lightly pushing her sister in the other's direction. "I expect a full debrief tomorrow!" @frvrwriting

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#threads;violet #;isabella #im cryin :'( #marina:nyeball