maeve bradley and felix potter.
❛ did i hear your voice drop almost to a whisper there when you called her a ' little ball of annoyance ' ? pretty sure i did . ❜ she laughed , her teasing tone accompanied by the bright sound , as she followed felix's gaze to the kitchen and back . ❛ i remember when she was just a little kid . she was so cute she could make the angels cry , it's no wonder your parents didn't care what kind of cacophony she was making . ❜
intrigued at the mention of his elusive older brother , her eyebrows raise over her cup as she takes another sip , nodding along enthusiastically . ❛ no , yeah , that sounds amazing ! does he have a permanent spot anywhere yet ? sounds like something me and the girls might like , i'd love you to come with us so i can FINALLY set you up with one of my friends . ❜ her casual way of probing into his love life and avoiding hers .
❛ you ? staying out of trouble ? now i know you don't exactly seek it out , but staying out of it isn't really your thing either . are you lying to me , felix ? ❜
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reply. matteo delvaux and serena alderidge.
he chuckles , with serena’s insistence on keeping all of her secrets as far away from him as possible being a stark reminder of just what had happened to them . ❛ you never change , serena . ❜ the words come out unsettlingly neutral , an abundance of confusion lingering in the air over whether that was meant to be a compliment or insult . to be honest , matteo didn’t know either . it’s not like she cared regardless .
❛ i know . ❜ he says , in reply to the compliment she paid him . he watches her , lifeless eyes taking in the details of her face that had both changed and stayed the same since he had last seen her . it would've been easy for him to accept the compliment with vigour , but instead he stayed silent .
his puts his hands in his pockets , alcohol doing well to subdue the feeling of her hand on his chest as his posture only continued to increase in confidence . anything he couldn't feel on the inside , he could make up for on the outside . ❛ what made you come back ? ❜
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reply. remy ramos and corazón sevilla.
he laughs , a simultaneously airy yet full feeling filling the air as he did so , looking down at her with a gaze full of adoration . ❛ mi sol , mi luna , mi estrellas ... i’d plan a million somethings for your birthday . even ... ❜ with a playful look on his face , his hands go to the hem of his shirt , wiggling it with false sexiness as if he were trying to prevent himself from revealing a well - kept secret . ❛ letting you see the goods a little bit early . ❜ remy didn't tend to make a fool of himself often ( it was hard to when most of your peers revered you anyway ) , but if there even a chance it might continue to keep cora's mind firmly off of her parents , he would do it .
he hears a familiar sound from inside the house , amusement failing to hide itself on his face . ❛ wanna' walk ? if i flash this cute smile to the cashier at the diner we'll get free milkshakes and we won't have to come back until after delilah's finished yelling at cole . ❜
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her eyebrow arches in both confusion and curiosity with theo’s newfound knowledge of hair coloring and his attention to the box of dye in his hands. anicka presses her lips against each other, trying to prevent the pathetic smile from forming and ease the butterflies on her stomach from such a simple and yet meaningful act. “ letting the blue fade to a lighter shade is a good idea, ” she starts, feigning chillness by pretending to read from the box in his hand, “ then after it, i could go with two routes : dye it green and let the blue be the base of it, or dye it orange because it cancels out … and i have never done orange, so !! ”
anicka pushes his face lightly as he teases her, mocking his words. “ i thought it was obvious, haven’t i made that clear yet ?? ” she steaks her tongue out like a child, before pulling herself up to sit on the bathroom counter. if a second more had passed before she looked back at theo, anicka would have missed his smirk faltering and would have thought she had successfully distracted him from his worries … but that wasn’t the case.
she pulls him through the hem of his shirt and places him between her legs. with the amount of time spent with theo, anicka had learned that sometimes to get the ball going, she should be the one kicking it with a question … especially if it was about something theo wasn’t proud of. she puts her hands on his chest and asks: “ did you yell at her ?? ”
𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒂’𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 , his head dropping to the floor when she asks if he’d yelled at maritza . a solemn nod precedes his words . ❛ said the wrong thing , too . don’t i always ? ❜ lately , elder siblingship felt like a job that theo had been intensely failing , constantly running into dead ends when before there was only open fields . perhaps he’d finally hit a low enough point where he was willing to admit something was wrong . perhaps anicka made him feel safe enough to be able to admit those flaws .
❛ i dunno’ who she is right now . think if i keep ... pushin’ , it’ll just push her out for good . ❜ and then what ? it wasn’t this part that terrified theo , the arguing , the yelling , the cold shoulders ... because at least it meant she was there . it was the leaving that felt so difficult to bear , and even to anicka that felt too pathetic for him to admit out loud right now .
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even in his feverish state, jett could tell something he had said made historia uncomfortable. at this point in their relationship and the reminiscence memories of their childhood friendship, the boy had a PhD on the girl and her little ways and whims, so even in his feverish state and not remembering his own words, he was still able to take notice of her sudden and subtle shift. his hand raises to his forehead, interlacing his fingers with hers and bringing them down to the duvet.
“ there’s some in the bathroom cabinet, ” he sighs the answer, free hand reaching to put a strand of hair behind her ear, “ but i took two of them a few minutes before you came, so maybe it just didn’t kick it off still, ” a small shrug of shoulders, pouting his lips and giving her pleading eyes, “ come on, just lay down and let’s watch it. if i don’t get better soon, i will do anything and everything you tell me to. ”
𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 and noticed a heavy weight lift from her shoulders , a light emanating from jett that she was certain everyone could see , not realising it was her own heart that seemed to make him shine brighter every day . enthusiastically she smiles , poking him in the chest with a raise of her eyebrows . ❛ let’s hope for your sake you get better soon then , because there’s still at least three bring it on movies you haven’t seen yet . ❜
she , regretfully , slips her hand out of his so she can manoeuvre into a comfier position ( made much easier due to the clothes he had loaned her ) , wriggling in under the duvet next to him . at least now they were faced the same direction , she could begin to handle her blushing . ❛ did you want me to let scout know you’re sick ? if you didn’t even know the time , i doubt you’ve sent coherent messages to anyone today . ❜
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the thuds against his chest aggravated by every word that parted those lips. those lips that liam so hopelessly wanted to know if they were as soft as they seemed, if they tasted like strawberries or cherries, if her lips would match with his just like their hands found it so easy to interlock with each other long before their friendship started. he needed to know that the person she was talking about was him, that he was the one who had shown her what love should be like. because she had been the one shown him.
“ really ? ” one of his hands drop hers to raise to his neck, scratching the back of it all the way down to his chest. anticipation could almost make him drop dead at her feet. for someone who was so good with words, liam couldn’t think of a way to put his thoughts into a sentence. a question. anything. he knew if he opened his mouth now, he would be blabbering so much bullshit that if he wasn’t the person greer was talking about, he would lose a good thing in his life.
his mind than thinks of what his best friend would do, how dante would act. sure, liam could never mimic dante’s stoic reaction to anything in his life, but he could try to act chill at least. or he hoped he could. “ do i know him ? ”
𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 she thought had long disappeared . he had been her eyes when she couldn’t see , her ears when she didn’t listen , and the words when she couldn’t speak . maybe tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed , maybe she’d lose him in two years or maybe she’d lose him in twenty , maybe she’d never lose him at all . all she knew was that the liam in front of her right now was nervous , quiet , waiting for the sort of reassurance he’d given her for months .
without another word , she gently moved her hands to his neck and pulled him towards her , resisting the jolt her entire body shook with once their lips touched . she pours everything she can into those precious few moments , everything she’d seen , heard , felt , and so desperately wanted to say since meeting him . it had been him all along , there wasn’t a day since they’d laid eyes on each other that it hadn’t been him , she just needed the time to understand that .
seconds later she pulls back , eyes watching his carefully for an indication of any kind of reaction . ❛ i think you know him a little , yeah . ❜ is all she manages to say , laughing awkwardly as she feels the internal twist of sheer embarrassment .
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callahan & odette // @seraphicists
there are very few things in this world that callahan felt truly passionate about. not I’m a cynical I hate everything type of way because he enjoyed most things life had to offer, but real passion was rare. he was passionate about claudia and riley, soccer and now his secret relationship with his coach’s daughter. everyone who met callahan assumed the guy had his whole life together. he seems confident on the outside but the truth is, he never really felt sure of himself. meeting odette at this certain time in his life truly felt like fate for the athlete.
practice had ended about an hour ago and everyone had already left for the day. callahan stayed behind to kick the ball around and practice some kicks. he was pleasantly surprised when he saw a familiar figure walking towards him on the field. a boyish grin he didn’t even try to hide occupied his sharp features. he had to be careful however because he wasn’t sure if his coach was following behind. “ what are you doing here ?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in his tone and he had hoped that if coach was here that he didn’t hear callahan’s blatant excitement over seeing odette.
𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕 , beautiful , and intelligent daughter that everyone had wanted . no matter how humble she had been about these opinions they had spread throughout the town like wildfire , but after the encounter that she believed nearly ended her life ( and led her to meet finn ) she felt like she had to just ... let loose ? go wild . that all sounded so extreme . whatever she needed , she felt like she’d found it in cal .
❛ i thought i’d come and see you . ❜ she takes an innocent step towards him that’s steeped in a tension she’s recently started to recognise , answering his next question before it can even leave his lips . ❛ my dad just got home , said he’d be back for the rest of the night so i should go out and enjoy myself . ❜ just like him , she couldn’t hide her excitement , being someone that felt emotions wholly and fully was something that came naturally to her . ❛ are you free tonight ? ❜
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“ that’s not the only thing i will break, cariño, ” a saccharine smile flashes on her glossed lips, before annoyance appears again on her features like it often did when he pressed her buttons with his overly charming and yet dickish personality. if the conversation over the phone hadn’t broken her heart, she would have bitten the hook, and continued with their long game of outsmarting each other but at this point, she didn’t have the energy to do so ; corazón just wanted some comfort and remy, as he often did, was there when she needed most.
“ no, ” the answer was almost inaudible because the thought of kade brought another hurt into her heart. one that she had caused herself for ghosting him once again, but this new hurt was completely different. feeling abandoned once again by the people who had sworn to take care of her, to be there for her. “ my dad just called me to say that he and mom won’t be able to come to my birthday, ” her nose wrinkled, her eyes welled up looking at her ex, “ and i had planned everything. where we would spend the day, where we would go to dinner, everything. and now, ” a mirthless chuckle escapes, “ now i have to plan a party where morgana is gonna be all cuddled up with jay, sam and delilah will be bitching about each other, and every girl and their mother will try to hook up with cole. ”
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 drop from his features , heart hurting on behalf of the girl who had occupied the space at his side through his own struggles and difficulties . to the outside world they must’ve seemed untouchable , mustn’t they ? ❛ if you’ve planned it all already , it’d be a shame for it to all go to waste . i’ll come with you . ❜ he says it so nonchalantly , with a shrug of his shoulders that indicated this wasn’t sympathy or pity . he wasn’t going to stand there and badmouth her parents , despite how badly he wanted to , that wasn’t what she needed .
❛ fuck the party . i’ll plan one for you , separate , that way no one’ll bug you about it either . i think we can delay sam and delilah round 439 by a day or two , plus i’ll promise to take my shirt off and that’ll really bring a crowd in . ❜ in a natural way his voice had dropped to a whisper , even though they were well drowned out by the sound of the party , but he still punctuated his genuine words with a wink . he couldn’t make things better for cora , he couldn’t fix them , he just wasn’t that guy , but he could , at least for a moment , try and keep her mind off of them .
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corazón & remy ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ @seraphicists
feeling her phone trembling in her purse, a big smile appeared on her lips as she excused herself from morgana and her dumb boyfriend to go outside to a calmer place to take the oh-so-anticipated call from her parents. though it didn’t take long for her excitable and hearty features to turn into a scowl, needing to keep the tears from forming in her big brown eyes and fake an understanding tone to not make her parents guilty for breaking another promise.
“ tambien te quiero mucho, papi, ” corazón says before hanging up the phone, gripping the object and hardening it to keep her from throwing it across the garden of that stupid frat house and the stupid party that had just been ruined for her. all she wanted to do now was to go home and wrap herself under her silk duvets and cry, not even wanting to go back in the house to say goodbye to her friends, but she does. when she turns around to go back inside, the vision of remy makes her sigh in annoyance.
“ what the fuck do you want ? ” she asked surly with a roll of eyes, crossing her arms.
❛ 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐́𝒏 , 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓 . ❜ remy saunters up to her with a smile , the spanish falling from his lips fluently as he jokingly clutched at his chest , pretending it wasn’t blatantly obvious to him that something had certainly ruffled her feathers . ❛ fresh air , good company , maybe a kiss if you’re lucky . ❜ in truth , he wanted to know that she was okay . when she’d left , a beautiful , beaming smile had found itself gracing her features , one that still managed to make his heart skip a couple beats even now , and yet here she was ... scowl worse than the time he spilled diet coke on her silk skirt .
bravely , he reduces the distance between them until he can softly brush some stray hair behind her ear , his hand then casually moving to cup her face . ❛ don’t tell me ... is it the other man ? ❜ thankfully for remy and his ever - present feelings for cora , he’d managed to , outwardly , at least , come to terms with their situation . as long as she still came back , he could lull himself into a false sense of security .
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he nods to her answer, though his eyes linger once again on the bottles next to his feet and he swallows the lump that had formed in his throat. maybe he shouldn’t have believed in her so easily, but something in her voice reminded him of when he still trusted her, and somehow that was enough for him.
he lets out a hearty laugh with her last statement, shaking his head back until it reached the headrest and looked over to mercy, “ actually, she would definitely let you live freely because i’m pretty sure she’s out for my neck still, ” somehow that statement still didn’t seem enough, so he adds, " i’m owing her money from my last tattoo. “ something inside of him hates that he felt the need to explain anything to her, they weren’t in each other’s lives any longer and she wasn’t entitled to anything ; but it was like falling back to old habits, sitting next to her and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
” and as close to the mansion as you can get me, “ he replied, not daring to say the word home. his heart still knew that home was the person behind the steering wheel, not the enormous four walls he was welcomed to from a young age. ” i need to get there before historia wakes up, “ and then the sense of guilt hits him, face moving to the road ahead as he closes his eyes momentarily, cursing himself. ” that, if she slept at all, “ he mutters, slightly banging the back of his head onto the headrest.
❛ 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚 for those things . ❜ mercy didn’t dwell on the fact that , at the first sign of sobriety she’d had in months , kieran had jumped to the forefront of her mind and her priorities . as he relaxed , she felt herself mirroring his behaviour , finding it far too easy for them to settle back into old habits she wasn’t sure they’d ever be able to return to . she puts the car into gear to distract herself , beginning the semi - lengthy journey from the station to his grand home . a grand home that sat right beside her own , that she had been fighting hard to avoid .
her brows knit together at tori’s name , concern finding itself painted obviously on her features ... she didn’t have that right , did she ? to be concerned . and yet the words fall out before she even has the chance to stop them , like it was natural . ❛ is she alright ? ❜ mercy glances at him in time to catch him banging his head against the headrest , finding her question partially answered in his frustration but still hoping he would elaborate .
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being in the limelight for as long as lawrence has been, you are bound to go either of two ways. either continue being a crazy rockstar who drinks and gets high and parties all the time. or you lose your fame completely and become a washed up no body. lawrence found himself somewhere completely different. and nothing was as rockstar as that. while still securing his fame, he also found the beauty and fun in the mundane. instead of staying out until four in the morning after his shows, lawrence comes home to his beautiful girlfriend. something he never thought he’d do.
walking behind bea, he places a small kiss on her cheek as he reaches over to help her unpack the groceries. leaning against the fridge that was now fully stocked, he lets out a small laugh at her commentary. “ how bout you tell me about this trader joe’s trip instead ?” which was lawrence’s way of getting out of telling his girlfriend that he and the band had an interview with rolling stones magazine today and preventing himself from getting kicked in the shins.
𝒃𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 , closing the gap between them slightly with a few small steps . ❛ you know , you really are the worst deflector . or maybe i’ve just gotten too used to that charm of yours . ❜ she picks up a nearby pack of noodles , whacking him with them lightly . ❛ come on ! spit it out . i know you’re going to tell me something that’ll make me inappropriately jealous and excited all at the same time . ❜
she didn’t care how long she’d been out of the game , how far removed she was from her old rockstar lifestyle , she always wanted to hear about lawrence and his music . if anything , it was one of the few things that kept her sane . she moves to wrap her arms around his waist , looking up at him as she planted a light peck on his chin . ❛ trader joe’s can wait . ❜
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electricity went through his veins starting from the spot her petite frame brushed on his large one, intensifying even more with the scent of her perfume hitting his breath. ivan knew that getting over karin would be near impossible, especially when he was reminded of their life together. especially when she was in such close proximity and all those memories flooded back into his thoughts. mainly because he never thought he would need to be getting over her as his heart had been hers from the night they met.
a night that wasn’t too far off from this one, almost twenty-five years ago. “ it's fine, ” he muses, closing the door again and locking it this time, changing the sign from open to close before looking back at his ex-wife, “ you are still a much better company than lawrence, ” the jocular comment comes out in his deadpan tone, one that had become usual in there few conversations since their divorce. he moves past her and goes to the back of the counter, grabbing two plastic cups and a bottle of coke.
“ what’s happening in the case ? ” ivan questions, placing the drink and cups next to the cardbox and sliding into the booth, blue eyes locking with her green ones, “ you have that look on your face. ” a beat of silence.
“ the one when you are doubting yourself. ”
𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏 think about percy and that , in turn , makes even more of her stomach drop into her knees . he was barely home at the moment which was bad enough , but the thought of facing him with her mounting list of personal disappointments was sometimes too much to bear . the mention of the case furthers the feeling of guilt , and she scrunches her mouth up for a moment as she looks away from his gaze , confirming that ivan still knew her like the back of his hand .
❛ what case ? ❜ she sourly speaks into the empty space of the pizzeria , uncharacteristic pessimism lacing her tone . she reluctantly makes eye contact with him again , shame befalling her face . ❛ it’s full of dead ends . it seems like every time we start making some progress , every time we get some pieces on the board , someone flips it . ❜
her vision drifts to the bottle of coke , watching as the bubbles continued to rise and fall , some erratically popping against the plastic . ❛ they trust me to get this right and i’m not sure i can . ❜
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his answer caused her jaw to clench up even though she had expected to still keep all of his cards close to his chest, as she would have. voss was the one who taught her how to think, how to strategize, and how to fight. the only thing he hadn’t taught her was how to deal with the heartbreak of being on the opposite side of someone who she loves dearly. loves, still, because his image as a criminal still had found a way into her heart. for it, he was still her big brother. her hero.
but goddamn it, didn’t she deserve at least one explanation ? one simple answer after years of radio silence from him and how her life had drastically changed because of it. her vibrant rage was starting to expand throughout her bones, and a phantom wound on her left hand started to hurt again. the same hand that had punched a wall when saskia had learned that he had left her.
her finger hards the pressure on the trigger when he makes a move towards her, gripping the gun with all the strength that she had because suddenly that was the one thing that would keep her from collapsing on the floor. “ we can only expect shit from people we know, and i guess we don’t know each other that well anymore, ” she spats, with a shrug of shoulders, “ or maybe i am the one who never knew you to begin with. foolish little sass, right ?! ” a bitter chuckle followed her words, trying to swallow the question burning on her throat to come out.
“ is this why you left me ? ”
❛ 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 , i’m afraid . ❜ he understands this must be difficult for her . he’s had years to hone his craft , to forge his emotions and feelings into sharp blades he was able to simply sheathe . had he thought of all of the milestones he had missed in his sister’s life ? her greatest achievements , her brightest sparks ? all the time . but he had been pulled into a world that swallowed up those who spent their time daydreaming , a world he needed to dominate .
his face contorts into a flash of irritation , ❛ no . don’t belittle yourself . here you are , standing primed with a gun pointed at the face of the man none of your little colleagues have even managed to catch a glimpse of , and you’re calling yourself foolish ? ❜
voss takes note of her tightening grip on the gun and chooses not to move forward again , instead simply letting his arms hang down by his sides as he looked to introduce the possibility of a calmer conversation . ❛ i had to get out of there , sass . and when i was doing that , i ran into someone i wished i hadn’t . it was never you . you should know that . ❜
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𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑜 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑟.
the corner of his lips went up for a quick second, followed by a nod. he understands where she is coming from as rocco could count on one hand the people in his life who truly knew him inside and out, and lany would always be the second right after his mother ; even with their frizzled out romantic relationship. “ he probably has. sometimes i think he has me chipped out, and i’m just your guy in the chair, ” he jokes back with a peal of small laughter and shakes his head, snapping his fingers at lany, “ by the way, remind him that it’s his turn on chess, please. ”
his attention moves to the computer, starting to type on the keyboard of his computer, shrugging at her question. “ she is okay, but i think she’s hiding something, ” rocco shares and looks back at lany, eyes almost pleading for a second for her to suggest something that had been in his mind for days. something that he had done a bunch of times and only lany knew ; hacking his sister’s phone. then adds, “ however she did say something smart the last time we had dinner, ” a chuckle, “ and that is i need to treat you better than with stale pizza. which i agree, so … you wanna grab something to eat ? ”
𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 the silly little chess back and forth he had with conrad , her brows raising as she addresses him . ❛ i thought i told you to stop playing chess with my dad . ❜ she , of course , doesn’t mean it , in her eyes rocco was as much her family as anyone else . plus it was really no surprise him and her dear father had formed such a bond , considering how intelligent they both were .
her mouth forms a tight line at the mention of lulu hiding something , eyes connecting with his and communicating in a way only they knew how to do . for now , she shelves the suggestion rocco wishes she would make ; it seems food was now on the cards , and his sudden suggestion makes her think he might like to attempt to relax a bit before performing tactical espionage on his own sister . ❛ mm . it would be nice to see a vegetable again . do you want to order in or head out ? ❜
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the comedy side gets the best of him and he squints his eyes and feigns an ashamed smile as he says, “ i’m sorry … who are you again ?! ” before taking another sip of his jack lemonade after maeve cheered their cups together. her smile once realizing that, yes, he had in fact remembered her drink, makes a smile of his own appear on his features. felix could share that he was the one that made sure that there was always vodka and cranberries in the frat even when she didn’t come to the parties ; but that would also mean that he took notice of her ways and quirks, and then again, they weren’t friends.
“ lucky strike, i fear. which means i will be all out of luck for the rest of the month now, ” he jokes, the index finger of his free hand swinging to her and he chuckles, “ so that means you owe me one, bradley. ” taking another sip of his drink, his eyes starts to look around the room in hopes to find something else to do, because he knows what soon the conversation will turn to. her break-up with sebastian was still fresh, and knowing his stupid mouth, he would end up saying something he shouldn’t. or maybe something that he had been wanting to tell her for as long as he could remember.
but there was no escape for him. well, there was reggie, but the thought of getting yelled at by his little sister still was at the bottom of his list of things he wanted for his night. so he turns back to the blonde with his now anxiety-filled smile, and asks the double-edged question ; hoping that the small talk doesn’t turn into anything more.
“ how have you been ?! ”
𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 and least comfortable around felix when it came to sebastian’s friends . sometimes he felt like a warm nostalgia , like cleaning out your room and finding something precious you thought you’d lost , but other times it felt like he saw right through her . they’d known each other for so much of their lives , knew more details of each other’s lives than they’d ever known had they not shared the silly little brunet boy for years , and yet here they were . almost like introductions were in order .
she waves his question off with a bright smile and a giggle . ❛ you know me , staying out of trouble and finding it in equal measure . i’ve actually been to a few new romantics gigs , she’s really good , reggie . though i’m sure i don’t need to tell you or her that . ❜ she felt a long pang of sadness at the discussion of siblings , with oliver being little more than a ghost or shadow recently when previously he had been a monolithic impact on her life . declan was keeping her sane , to an extent , but that was temporary , wasn’t it ? what would happen when she had to face the ever-growing mess that was her personal life ?
❛ do i dare ask what you’ve been up to ? ❜
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𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒.
she refrains to answer, only a nod to acknowledge his reputation.
heart. that word has become significantly heavier to serena ever since discovering her disease, but somehow it was unbearable to hear it in his voice. she had given him her heart, much before she could ever understand the consequences of loving someone and the heartbreak that could come on giving it away. then she was foolish, thinking she could save him from the hatred that had settled in him, but all matteo did was demolish her with his words and actions. especially on the night before she left.
“ some business i had to attend to. the tragic life of a young ceo and the sacrifices made along the way, ” the rehearsed lie parting her lips with no effort as if she was giving an interview, masking that most of her time away was to stay in between four walls and listening beep sounds day and night. she hated doing that, lying, but being faced with pitiful looks and fake sympathy dreaded her �� the most.
her attention moves to the main room as he does, pinpointing what he could be staring at in a matter of seconds before looking back at him. in other times she would have offered caring words, made his mind deviate from the questions he tried to hide that have loomed over for as long as she was in his life. once the light hits his features in a certain way, serena spots an eyelash on his cheek, and as if a magnetic was pulling her she closes the space between them, thumb caringly taking the eyelash.
“ and you are drunk, ” she says before looking away, blowing the eyelash away from her thumb and making a foolish wish.
𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑 that perfectly captured his personality , serena had closed the gap between them . perhaps the him of another time would’ve taken a step back in surprise , shocked by the sudden change , but he instead found himself equal parts amused and frustrated . ❛ everyone here is drunk . it’s a party . ❜ the words slip out from between smirking lips , his words so matter-of-fact that it would’ve sounded believable if he’d have said the place was burning to the ground .
❛ what did you wish for ? ❜
he doesn’t know why he asks . doesn’t know why he even cares to know , after all , he’s perfectly capable of understanding that she’s keeping her cards close to her chest in this little back and forth ; yet the question lingers in the air , his eyes remaining on her as he patiently awaits her response .
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𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟.
for a second, eric could see her facade cracking and it filled him with a strange sense of hope. a feeling that soon escaped when hearing his best friend’s rant about their auras matching. the male is all too used by pluto and his antics, but he knows what is coming. he knows reggie will be thinking he planned all of this with pluto, that in her mind he had done this to many other girls, but it was all a coincidence. a coincidence that almost made eric fall down to his knees and dramatically ask god why would he do that.
watching as regina leaves them, his head falls backwards and he mimics a crying before looking back to pluto. “ worst timing possible, dude, ” eric says in a somewhat whiny tone, but he wasn’t fazed by it. he was already chuckling and giving his best friend the almost warm drink he had been holding for him, “ i swear to god, she almost believed in me for a second there. ”
𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂 ( though not in the same way his beloved best friend had done for months , however ) and turned back to eric with a sheepish look upon his psychedelically influenced features . ❛ ... my bad . ❜ he took the drink happily despite its temperature and looked inwards at the contents , swirling it around so that the liquid made pretty patterns on the side of the cup . ❛ i think she’s warming up to you . when i was watching from the top of the stairs her energy shifted a little , and that’s definitely not the shrooms . ❜ it might’ve been the shrooms , but pluto had never said a single word while he was intoxicated that he didn’t fully believe . that was his motto .
turning to the other with a beaming smile , he placed a free hand on eric’s shoulder , drumming his fingers in a floaty tune only he could hear . ❛ now be honest ... did you try and give my drink to the beautiful lady in red ? ❜
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