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— tag dump pt. ?

#[ ft. pollux ] #[ actions speak louder than my words ever could; pollux ] #[ when you see my face hope it gives you hell; kale ] #[ I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet; kallux ]

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—peeta & katniss. @outofpanems

It was a lot harder than he thought it would be. Peeta had never loved before, had been loved before, even by his own family. He’d been a name, a burden, a dependent on his family’s taxes. But he was Peeta when he was with Katniss, and oh how he had been happy.

But the wounds were still fresh, just as fresh as they’d been when he found more of her clothes stashed away in his closet. Warm sweaters, practical for New York winters, and it was so easy to look back to moments she wore those exact pieces; like history in his hands. He wouldn’t admit how much he cried over them.

Now he stood waiting in a park right on campus, waiting for her, so he could return her things. It would be too painful for him to ask her to get them, even more-so to go to her place to drop them off. It was a happy medium for him, and he could only hope it would be for her as well. ...He would never stop thinking of her happiness over his, would he?

#[ ft. peeta ] #[ say something i'm giving up on you; keeta ]

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mena massoud for vulcan magazine

#[ actions speak louder than my words ever could; pollux ]

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#introverts

#a mood #[ actions speak louder than my words ever could; pollux ]

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“— I’M COMING!” she shouted to counteract his own yelling, eyes rolling back as she trudged her way to her front door. Of course, she’d been expecting Finnick, but that hadn’t stopped her from getting distracted by some ridiculous memes on Facebook. Of course, the brunette was well aware of the rain, but she still managed to take her time.

Swinging the door open, it was all that she could do not to laugh at her best friend who now looked quite a bit like a drowned rat. “I didn’t know the star swimmer couldn’t take a little water,” she teased as she let him step in, taking the pizza off of his hands and walking to the kitchen. Pulling a slice out, she took a messy bite. “Tastes fine to me. Drama queen.”

Finnick rolled his eyes, pushing past her after she grabbed a slice from the box in his hands. “Yeah, keyword there: swim. Can’t swim in this shit, your highness.” Unabashed, he walked straight into the kitchen to put the box on the counter. He took his own slice and hopped his butt up onto the counter, right beside the box and took a slice.

“...yeah, okay, the pizza still tastes good. Still wet though.” He stuffed almost the entirety of the slice in his mouth, leaving only a piece of crust remaining...which he then threw at Johanna. While still chewing what was in his mouth, he picked up another slice, ready to devour once he could. He did give himself a moment to speak before then, however. “So, I’m throwing another party on Saturday. You in?” And then he stuffed the other slice in his face. Truthfully, mostly because he enjoyed annoying his best friend.

#[ ft. finnick ] #[ i am the sand guardian guardian of the sand; jonnick ]

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“ — Rehearsal, right! Sorry, Clover. Ya know I’m not one of them theatre kids like you are,” the bulky blond offered her a grin, playful and well meaning as it always was when it came to her. Of course, he would tease her, but it was all good-natured and never meant in any way that could be construed as negative. 

His large hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, a nervous habit if anything so that the brunette wouldn’t see him fidgeting whenever he was in her presence. It was a new feeling, the anxiety of liking someone perhaps a little too much. “Everything I know about it at all is from watchin’ and talkin’ to you.” 

A hum sounded from between his lips and he nodded his head. “Lucky for them they’ve got the best teacher I know. The play is bound to be pretty damn good,” Cato paused for a second then. “You wanna get some lunch? My treat.”

She laughed, shaking her head at him. “Yeah, no kidding. But you hear me talk about it all the time, thought you’d eventually pick something up.” If it was anyone but Cato it would have been insults, but there was something about his gorgeous eyes and stupid accent that prevented her from ever fully being irritated by him.

She raised a brow, as if it proved her point. “See? If you were paying attention you’d know.” There was a selfish part of her that hoped he was too busy watching her and not the plays, that everything he knew was her and it’s what kept him coming back. There were...many things she wished about the man in front of her, many things Glimmer had wrangled out of her— and many times she tried playing down her attraction as well.

Clove pursed her lips, truly playing up her consideration of it. She had wanted to scream ‘yes!’ as soon as he started his sentence, no matter what he wanted to do, but she willed herself to wait. If Clove Kentwell was seen throwing herself at a man, she’d never hear the end of it. “Well, since you paired it with such a nice compliment, I guess I could take some time out of my terribly busy afternoon.” She had to stop herself, so terrified with what vibe she was giving off; she didn’t want to come off too strong, but also didn’t want to push him away.

It was times likes these Clove desperately needed Glimmer to be, like, right inside her head. “And yes, I was just going home after this, so lunch is an immense upgrade. Thank you.” She self-consciously tugged at the hem of her shirt, curling it around her finger. “So, did you do anything interesting today?”

#[ ft. clove ] #[ i'm so into you i can barely breathe; clato ]

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Of course, Madge knew that Finch would be interested in her budding feelings, but the blonde always tended to tread matters of the heart carefully around her best friend who had her heart so terribly broken. In truth, Madge still wasn’t certain that she had forgiven Marvel for it. There were only so many tears one could watch their friend shed before becoming a bit bitter over the entire thing.

“— Just recently! And believe me when I say that it is completely unexpected,” except that it truly wasn’t. Madge had been harboring feelings for Gale since her early teens, it was only now that she felt he may reciprocate them. 

Sighing, she rested her chin on the heel of her hand. “Do you remember me telling you about Gale, from home?”

Finch’s eyes widened at the mention of Gale. Of course she’d heard about the man, even had seen him around campus a few times. He was impossibly tall and even more impossible to miss; he had such a rugged charm— his muscles weren’t half bad either. Even when in a relationship, Finch could still appreciate a good result of hard work.

She also remembered just about everything Madge had told her about the man, good and bad. “—You’re joking!” She couldn’t help but blurt out. “Of course I remember him! I mean, he’s nice to look at but how did it become...” Finch pressed her hand to her mouth, a little overwhelmed with the turn of events. “I just have so many questions, M.”

#i'm also living over how everyone hates marvel for being a dick ajsjx #[ can i PLEASE get a waffle; minch ] #[ ft. finch ]

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A laugh sounded from between his lips, knowing damn well that this beaming smile on his face was reserved only for the striking redhead. His feelings had been blooming inside of him for quite some time, though he had refused to acknowledge them when his best friend was years deep into a relationship with her.

But he had left her alone and Thresh assumed that it was only fair that he pursue something should Finch feel the same way. Besides, he was also certain that he could make her happier. It was something he didn’t want to admit, the slight resentment inside of him towards someone who was more like a brother than a friend. 

One look at Finch and it all made sense to him again. “Yeah, I wouldn’t leave you hanging. You know that,” he offered her a smile, his hand wrapped around the strap of his backpack. “I like to think I have something to offer you, too. We’d be a good team. A great team, actually.”

She couldn’t help the smile that blossomed across her face. She had to admit it was true, in the years they’d known each other, Thresh never did anything that cast himself in a negative light.

“I do. I trust you.” There was some comfort in saying that aloud. She would never hold an entire gender accountable for how things ended with Marvel — and really, even after how it ended she knew a part of her would always love him — but it didn’t mean she hadn’t been nervous with other men, particularly ones that had flirted with her as soon as she was single again. But with Thresh? Those nerves never existed. “We’ll be such an impressive team, they’ll have to write songs about it.” She grinned, not caring how cheesy it sounded.

“Now, I was about to head to the library to get a head start on some of the material. I wouldn’t mind company if you wanted to join. Well, if you didn’t have anything better to do that is.” Surely inviting him to study was lame, even by her standards, but she wouldn’t voice a single complaint if no studying even got done.

#[ ft. finch ] #[ can't escape the way i love you; fresh ]

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“— Yeah, you watched my every move, but I still managed to cheat. Sounds logical,” the large man joked with his friend, giving a shake of his head. Well muscled arms reached above him to stretch out his abdomen, trying to quite his yawning as it hit him hard. 

A laugh sounded from him, giving Marvel a knowing look, but unable to keep his face serious. In truth, he was used to all of Marvel’s strange noises by this point and it hardly phased him. 

Nodding his head in agreement, he stood to leave the apartment. “Yeah, man. I’m down for that,” he told him, chuckling. “You��re right. You can’t quite clog your arteries anywhere else like you can here.”

Marvel laughed, loud and unabashed. “See! So logical. Fuck music, I could so be a lawyer or some shit.” But it was all in jest; he knew he was far from academically inclined. He could barely sit through helping Cato with his homework, as anything business and financial went right over his head. Marvel was creative, felt rather than planned. And he made his fair share of mistakes along the way because of that.

Marvel grabbed his apartment keys off the table — he didn’t know when Cato would be back, and by the middle of their Freshman year Cato had already been pissed at the guy for how many times he forgot their dorm key — and began the descent down the flight of stairs that led to their third-floor place, once he knew Thresh was following him out.

“How are your classes, man? Did you get that professor you hated again?” Quite frankly, he was looking for an opening to talk about a certain blonde he’d become re-smitten with. He hadn’t had the chance to playing games with Thresh, and there had been...something in the air that Marvel couldn’t put his finger on. But he wasn’t stupid enough — to many people’s surprise, including himself sometimes — to ignore the sign.

#[ ft. marvel ] #[ five feet apart cause they're not gay; tharvel ]

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I was raised to be charming, not sincere.

#WHY IS THIS THE BIGGEST GLOSS QUOTE #[ no one man should have all that power; gloss ]

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At the mention of Brutus, the blonde woman couldn’t help herself from going perfectly still for just a moment before she allowed her sip of wine to slide down her throat. It was truly foreign for her to be so hung up on a man, but one look at Brutus Hawthorne told her that it was worth every heartache. 

“— Oh? Where’s he off to?” the woman asked, trying to be as casual as possible, as if she were just making conversation about something that mattered very little. “You two really are inseparable. I’m almost jealous. I thought I was your best friend?”

Cashmere teased her brother before smiling genuinely for a moment. “I knew that you could turn it all around and they did as well, that’s why they hired you. Faith in you is never wasted,” she assured the other half of her soul, her best friend since the womb. “Not everyone can be as brilliant as we are.”

"Oh, something about work. He was honestly too irritated to give me the full details, but I’m sure when he’s home I’ll hear all about it.” In line with the rest of him, Gloss had never been insecure with his close friendship with Brutus— there was none of that gross straight-man ego where he never wanted to show affection to his best friend in fear of being seen as ‘gay’. He could tell it was atypical for a man like him, but growing up being so close to Cashmere, he didn’t really know anything but being truly open with someone he was so close to on a platonic level. (Romantically, however, was utterly different to him.)

Gloss laughed. “You I had no choice with.” He took another sip, hiding his smile. “But even if I did, you’d always be number one. He just happens to be a very close second. And our schedules tend to line up more often. Us living in the same building is a plus, much easier to go over and annoy each other.”

His delight in the praise made it to his eyes. Of course he was confident in his abilities, but it always helped when Cash could speak to them as well. Truly, no one could know him better. “I should come here more often— this morale boost is almost as delightful as the champagne.” He shifted his weight, adjusting his seating. “And how are you? Your intellect is saving countless PR nightmares, no doubt.”

#[ ft. gloss ] #[ when will you learn that your actions have consequences; closs ]

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It took all of Enobaria’s strength not to roll her eyes at her friend, knowing damn well that both he and Cashmere were absolutely horrible at pretending they were disinterested in each other. She’d already broken down the female blonde who had spilled her guts about her feelings. Now, she just had to work Brutus down to do the same.

“— Oh, just why you were out of town last week,” she told him, ponytail bouncing behind her as she turned her head to look at her friend, dark brows perking upwards expectantly. 

A hum sounded from the woman, her breathing and heart rate even as she ran beside him. “She talks about you a lot, actually. Doesn’t seem like she thinks she hears enough about you.”

Like a child, Brutus turned away from her gaze, not wanting her to see his reaction. Of course, he wanted to ask twenty questions about Cash, but he wanted to keep up his appearance of indifference, if she already hadn’t seen through it.

“Well, it was just for work. Nothing too exciting. I didn’t even get a decent hotel.” He tried playing it off, hoping it would satiate her. But her next words caught him by surprise — god she was good — and he couldn’t keep down the hopeful tone in his voice. “What— you’re joking. Why?!”

His crush on Cashmere had almost spanned the entirety of his friendship with Gloss. One of the first words out of Gloss’s mouth, after moving into their shared dorm and immediately becoming fast friends, was how his sister was off-limits. He thought it a joke, even said his brother was off-limits as well, but as soon as they were introduced, Brutus knew he’d be in trouble. He just could never see her feeling the same way.

#[ ft. brutus ] #[ i'm a bad bitch you can't kill me; enotus ]

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Cashmere couldn’t help smiling to herself at how easy it seemed to be to get Brutus to spend time with her. Of course the blonde was well aware just how off-limits he was to her. But it was also clear how the sparks flew, unbridled, between them when they were together. It was as natural as breathing. 

“Does eight work for you?” she texted back, feeling rather impatient to get her blue eyes locked on his own. 

Gloss wouldn’t be pleased to hear of this little meeting, but what he didn’t know didn’t have to hurt him. Or at the very least, it wasn’t really his business how Cashmere and Brutus spent their time and if they decided to spend it together.

“See you then.” He responded almost instantly, not caring about all the perceived ‘rules’ of flirtation. After all, part of him knew nothing could happen between them because of Gloss no matter how much he wanted to say ‘fuck it’.

He took a quick shower, freshening up with one of his favorite colognes and crisp clothes — he was very aware of the effect wearing a blazer had on women, especially with his arms — and was easily outside of her place at 8 on the dot.

“Your chauffeur has arrived.” He texted as soon as he stopped, the engine purring to a halt. Cars were one of his crutches, and his favorite Lamborghini he decided to drive in was totally irrelevant and totally wasn’t him trying to impress her or anything.

#[ ft. brutus ] #[ you got that power over me; cashus ]

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Glimmer was certain that she couldn’t have cursed herself enough for the way her heart raced inside of her chest, knees growing more than a little wobbly as he approached her. That charming smile was always in place, not giving the smitten blonde much of a chance to fight back. It killed her the way she cared about him, the way she felt as if she always would despite what he’d done to her.

His words were off of his lips and before she could stop herself, her expression softened and a smile curled up the corners of her full lips. “I think you’re just trying to flatter me, darling,” she teased in return, trying to be confident despite the gymnastics her stomach was currently practicing inside of her. 

“ — I missed you,” the words were out before she could help it and a manicured hand reached up to push back golden waves of hair. “What brings you here today?”

Truly, he had enjoyed the time he’d spent with Glimmer. It had been entirely selfish of him and he knew it. He’d had very few relationships in his life, and even fewer he’d been faithful to;Glimmer had, for how precious she was to Cashmere, been no exception to the former.

Growing up in the Fairbain household you’d have to be somewhat of an asshole to survive.

“Only because you deserve it.” He then smiled at her words. If he could actually feel pity or remorse, he’d feel it now. He could never give his heart to one person, didn’t think he'd ever have it in him, especially not the way Glimmer had eagerly given him hers.

But, in his eyes, that wasn’t his problem. “Good thing I was here to make your day a little brighter.” He felt a phantom slap, the same one Cashmere gave him after finding out he broke Glimmer’s heart. “I’m here to get a new suit. Not my usual stop, but I was in the area.” He then gestured to the store, more as a show than with any emotion. “What about you? See anything you like— my treat.” Just as he was raised: an asshole with endless spending abilities.

#[ ft. gloss ] #[ this is how to be a heartbreaker; glossimmer ]

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“ — In what world would I ever be happy to see you?” the brunette asked with a brow perking upwards. In truth, she tolerated Gloss at best and that was only due to Cashmere’s influence. Enobaria was well aware that the pair were twins, but sometimes she couldn’t help questioning how the pair were even from the same gene pool. 

Dark eyes rolled, a hand moving to a toned hip as it seemed that she wasn’t getting away from him as easily as she hoped. “Please do not even think about fooling around with any of my clients. You go breaking hearts and they’ll break out the ice cream and my job will be even harder.” Eno was well aware of what Gloss did to women and it only sharpened her distaste. 

He flat out laughed, more amused than anything. In the back of his mind he realized how he enjoyed tormenting Cash’s friends — he fucked dated Glimmer, and he liked his verbal spats with Eno. Riling each other up, insults with every other breath... god they’d have such fun hate sex.

“The world where you claim to hate me but still can’t deny the pleasure of my company.”

He feigned a look of surprise. “But I’d be ensuring you still had a job. Isn’t that enough grounds to thank me?” He tapped his chin, the slight prick of his stubble reminding him that he needed a shave. “I could even get you new clients! Heartbroken and needing an escape— perfect business model, why didn’t I think of this sooner?”

#[ ft. gloss ] #[ put your hands all over me; enoss ]

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“— Way too long, if you’re asking me. I don’t think I could have survived orientation week without you,” she chuckled as she watched his face, feeling slightly uncertain that he even wanted her here next to him. If she were being honest, he looked a little bit nauseated, but she tried to chalk it up to something else. maybe he was nervous about class  - she could only hope.

A laugh sounded from her, quite enjoying his cheesy line. Most men were quick to jump to full on flirting with her, which always led to uncomfortable situations and oftentimes, snapchats that she did not want to receive. “Every Monday and Wednesday, actually. If you wanted to catch me again around this time in two days?”

In truth, she hoped that he would. He often crossed her mind. They had established a strong chemistry during that first week and then they dropped off one another’s radar. Glimmer had often wondered ‘what if’, she was certain he would have treated her better than Gloss did over the years. 

He was caught completely and utterly off-guard at her words. He was almost certain his face was entirely flushed, but he willed himself to power through it. After all, he’s talked to her before without sounding like an idiot, right? They did bond all those semesters ago. He tried to relax, tried to liken talking with Glimmer to being on stage and performing. He could do that in his sleep.

“I guess it isn’t everyday you make a plan to steal the head of the mascot costume and accomplish it, all within that first week.” He grinned, remembering how they had thought of the plan as a semi-joke the first day to just get through the boring procedures, and by Friday Marvel was running around wearing it. “I’m sorry we didn’t stay in touch. First week nerves made me forget to even ask, and I don’t remember being in any freshman seminars with you.”

He grinned with her, the sound of her laugh bolstering his confidence. He wasn’t the most self-assured person, but his doubts usually did lay with women; after all, he was typically overlooked as the “funny guy” or just fawned over as a guitarist. Finch hadn’t been his first girlfriend by any means, but he always felt like an afterthought in those other relationships — which, if he thought a little harder about it, may have been why he ended up treating Finch the way he did; he never knew anyone to actually love him and act like it — but even in college he knew his friends would be the first people a girl would run up to. So it was odd, having someone who just effortlessly radiated beauty come up to him.

“Why, what a coincidence! I’m also here Mondays and Wednesdays at this time. And I’ve been sorely missing a friendly face. Most of these guys think they’re good at music or something.” An acquaintance of his was the last to leave the classroom, and said acquaintance gave Marvel a questioning look. Marvel rose his hand in a dramatic mock-salute.

#ASDNKJS THAT GIF CERTAINLY DID #[ ft. marvel ] #[ you're my lover; glarvel ]

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Madge wanted to falter when she saw him, her fingers playing with the strap of her messenger bag that rested across her chest. It was like being a teenager all over again, her heart stuttering wildly from just being in the same room as Gale. No one had ever had such an influence over her, no one ever made her stutter and forget what she was about to say.

Here and now, he seemed impossibly more handsome - grown and mature, he’d become a man in such a short time. It stopped her short, but she managed to find her way into the chair and set her bag to the side. “How are you? I.. thanks for helping me,” she smiled softly at him, her teeth worrying into her lower lip. God, she was almost certain that he could hear her heart thrumming from across the table. 

“— Oh? That, that was.. nothing. It was years ago, but.. still. It was.. I was happy to help,” her smile was kind, hoping that he wouldn’t point out how her words tripped and stumbled when they presented themselves to him. 

Leaning down beside her, she pulled out one of her textbooks and flopped it onto the table before him, turning to the chapter that spoke about a head-to-toe assessment. “So, the premise of the entire thing is that you’re.. a model for me, basically,” she swallowed the lump in her throat, realizing that she probably sounded a bit ridiculous. 

“— We;ll go in front of the class and I’ll.. demonstrate how to properly assess a patient using you as an example. I mean, you won’t be required to take anything off or do anything ridiculous. Just.. lay down on the bed and let me do what I have to do,” as soon as the words were out of her mouth, her cheeks went hot and pink. “I mean.. That didn’t come out the way I meant it to..”

He leaned back in his chair, the picture of calm, utterly oblivious to her internal struggle. “I’ve been good. Busy, but I’ve always liked being busy.” He shrugged; being busy kept his mind off things. If there was no room to think, no room to worry, then he couldn’t. 

As she spoke he was becoming more at ease. A model he could be, rather easily in fact. And it didn’t require thought on his part. He was smarter with people, with strategies, and anything medical just went right over his head completely.

He paused, letting her words sink in, his grin almost instant. His laugh bubbled up and out of him, too cute and innocent of a mistake— especially coming from her.

“If you wanted my body so bad you could’ve just asked.” He couldn’t help but tease. After all, he’d be lying if he said it would be something he didn’t enjoy; in fact, as soon as she said it, he envisioned just that. He’d also be lying if he said it was something he never thought about before. Even in high school, even when he’d been dating his ex, she’d been a vision, someone you always entertained a 'what if’ thought of.

“Sorry, way too easy not to say.” He cut his laughter short, not wanting to immediately come off as ‘still a dick’. But he still held his grin. For him, it was rare to see the Madge Undersee so embarrassed. “But I think I can handle that, laying on a bed and you having your way with me.” He laughed again, unable to contain it. “So, when will you need me?”

#[ ft. gale ] #[ i'm a sucker for you; gadge ]