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fusebcx​:

“stop, you do not have a food kink.” squints, subtly studying the man, pointing a finger in his direction. “yeah, i think i can specifically remember you being all ‘no, tate, don’t be such a disgusting pig’ when i offered to lick the champagne off your chest that one time.” it’s not until they’ve said it out loud that they realize it sounds awfully out of character for someone like river. it makes them wonder. “or.. no, wait-” instinctively reaches out to touch his arm. “was that the other guy?” now that they think about it, they’re not so sure, but the night is too young and the neon lights engulfing the other’s visage too mesmerizing for tate to dwell on insignificant little details like that. “not important.” kicks the subject to the curb, eyes surveilling the dancefloor before meeting river’s once more, gentle hands carefully placed on his cheeks. “of course.” a grin spreads across features, the usual combination of genuinely heartfelt with a dash of cocky, head tilting the slightest bit to the side. “we’ll take pills and holds hands, twirl to the most atrocious cascada remix you’ve ever heard. it’ll be the most romantic night of your life, and when it’s over, all that’s gonna be left on your mind is how insanely breathtaking i look in purple.” thumb brushes over the man’s bottom lip. “although, it’s not until you’re on your way home, rickety and emotionally drained, with nothing to your name, that it occurs to you — you’re actually madly in love with me.” eyes locked with other’s, the moment of silence shattered by a hysterical cackle that rips from their throat before hands reach for his. “come on.” from there, it’s a one-way ticket straight to the center of the dancefloor, arms wrapping around his neck, bodies dangerously close for two people who are supposed to be just friends. 

“listen, i may have a food kink! has anyone ever cooked for you? like a whole meal?” yeah, it hadn’t happened for him either yet, but he could very much imagine himself wanting to fuck the other person right there and then if they did something like that to him. and no, pouring cereal didn’t count. it had to be a full meal- he was imagining it all. “what? you’ve never offered that to me- i’m offended.” river quirked an eyebrow at his best friend. best friend? it felt weird to think about it, but... in theory, it was what tate was for river. just... that person who somehow was always there when it was convenient and when it wasn’t. he had the idea that perhaps that was what unconditional meant. before he could mouth another whine, tate had him halfway across the dance floor. it wasn’t like the place was strange for them- there had been countless nights they had shared center stage like this, and truth be told, they were the best dancing partner river ever had- never in his life had they stepped on his toes. “okay, okay, mi cielo, i love you in purple, but you’re going way too far right there. i’d like to spare some of my dignity tonight,” he smirked, his hands wrapping around tate’s neck to pull him closer. “or maybe you’re projecting right there?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow at him as his nose got close enough to brush against theirs. 

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fusebcx​:

cynthia’s not sure who she thought would be stepping from behind that door, but it definitely wasn’t that guy. finds herself staring at him for a second too long, almost in disbelief, thinking about how he’s exactly not her type; he looks like the kind of man she’d hate to bump in in a dark alley at four in the morning, but then he cracks a smile, and suddenly she finds him a whole lot less intimidating. in fact, he’s actually kinda.. handsome? but she can’t let herself focus on that. she needs to get out of there, and she needs to do it soon. “yeah, um-” clears her throat, arms still wrapped around her torso. “i’m actually in bit of a hurry.” offers a half awkward, half apologetic smile, eyes locked with his. “so.. i’m gonna get dressed now. yes?” nods her head as if to make it less of a question and more of a statement. “would you mind.. not looking?” even though, judging by the purple marks all over her thighs and collarbones, he’s already seen it all. 

so he had been the lucky one the night before- he didn’t mind. he knew exactly what he looked like. he had a few things going on for himself- a strong jaw, semi-defined abs, and a huge.... charisma. but still, this blonde girl had to be the prettiest woman he had ever pulled, and he was not sure if he was ashamed of himself or proud in fact. and then she broke the long awkward silence, and the party was over. “what? in a rush? for what? it’s a sunday!” sundays were not rush days- they were lazy. “no breakfast then? i already ordered a whole ass two plate thing for room service.” emil gave her a little bit of a smirk before she spoke again. “not looking? i mean, sure i can turn around, i just... assure you i’ve seen- well, enough.” he said as he turned around with a little smirk. “it’s quite lovely, in fact.”

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fusebcx​:

it takes a lot of hard thinking; flexing of the brain muscles he doesn’t quite reach at the moment, but eventually alf decides the guy isn’t that nice. actually? kinda condescending in the way he walks around like owns the place, speaking of himself like he’s some sort of celebrity and drinking his whiskey neat. but after looking at his hands (out of sheer curiosity), alf can’t deny they’re actually kind of pretty for a bunch of random human bones wrapped up in flesh; smooth, with long, delicate fingers, the opposite of his calloused, cut up ones. “you’ve got funny pinkies.” points out nonchalantly after a moment of semi-thoughtful silence, lazy eyes meeting the other’s. “wanna get out of here?” a new topic, the reason he followed the man across the club in the first place left in the dust. 

if gio walked around like he owned the place was because he truly believed it to actually own the place. he was by no chance a celebrity himself just like his parents, but he had been educated to take no less than what he deserved- a rule which he constantly broke if he was horny enough, but his chin was always high, his shoulders always down. he didn’t listen to people- people listened to him. satisfied with the other following him to the bar, he smirked as he gave him another look. “my pinkies?” he let out a mocking little laugh as he took said pinky on his right hand, submerged it on his whiskey and brought it up to his mouth to lick it clean. he knew what he was doing. “get out of here? with you?” he was still condescending, although he was interested in the plan. “where? oh- so suddenly you can’t resist me and want to fuck me in a dirty alley or some shit? i like egyptian cotton sheets, mon cheri.” 

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wait a minute, is aryan virani still in town? i thought i saw a flash of a pack of marlboro reds, dainty silver chains around the neck, bitten down nails! last i heard they were working as a handyman nearby. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/1. i forget that they’re unreliable trait and celebrate that they’re thoughtful. i hear boulevard of broken dreams by green day every time i think of them. ⌠ avan jogia, 29, queer, gender fluid, he/they. ⌡

A B O U T

✫        aryan and his sister didn’t have it easy since they were born. they knew they had a father only because they knew biology and knew things couldn’t happen by themselves. their mother was a prostitute who struggled to make ends meet- who would do anything for their kids, but unfortunately that anything got her killed in an unsolved murder that the cops paid no mind to.

✫        the children were sent to the foster system, where they managed to stay together during the first few years, but as aryan got older, it was harder to get him accommodated, so they started sending them to different places, every now and then losing track of her.

✫       he turned eighteen and got out of the system without a place to go. he was homeless, he was jobless, he didn’t have a career. at most, what he had were a lot of skills to fix anything, from the plague in a garden, to the plumbery in a house.

✫        trusting her sister still had a few years in the system, aryan dedicated his time to make enough money to pay a rent, and a lawyer to hopefully get his sister’s custody, but it was a pointless battle. one where they would end up disappointed time and time again.

✫        aryan was ready to try again when he found out that her then sixteen year old sister had escaped the house she had been in, and after a couple weeks of trying to find her, they had given up on the search, considering she had probably left their state.

✫        aryan went nuts, dropped everything he had, packed his things and switched rent for a car to try and find her. asking around, following leads, going to places they always wanted to go- but it’s been years and he has not even called her.

✫        he was losing hope on trying to find her, perhaps thought she was dead by that moment, when some lead sent him to centralia, a town in the middle of nowhere that seemed to have housed his sister on and off during the past couple years. aryan installed himself and he’s been waiting ever since.

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wait a minute, is DANIEL ‘DANNY’ ISHIDA still in town? i thought i saw a flash of a white, perfectly charming, crooked smile; finger guns across the hallway; loose laces in his shoes! last i heard they were working as a TEACHER nearby. when it’s the taurus’s birthday on 5/17/1993. i forget that they’re DISTRUSTFUL and celebrate that they’re EMPATHETIC. i hear GOLDEN by HARRY STYLES every time i think of them. ⌠darren barnet. 29, bisexual, cis male, he/him⌡

A B O U T

✏        Daniel grew up in Centralia. He’s the youngest of a family of seven brothers. He was the not so happy accident, aka a mistake. The next brother in age is eleven years older than Danny.

✏Being the youngest did not mean he was the spoiled one, but on the contrary, he had all of his parents’ attention on him, so they went even more strict on him. Every time one of his older brothers did something, they would take it out on him.

✏Danny did not grow up traumatized by it, but on the contrary, he became an awful people pleaser. He was kind, helpful, gentle and smart, but he never really got a chance to find his own personality or what he liked.

✏His father was a chemical engineer (partly in charge, and a member of the team who decided on the events that led to the big underground fire that still burns underground). Danny did not understand this when he was younger, in fact they kept it a secret from him until he uncovered it as he was doing his own research on the town to satisfy his own curiosity.

✏Out of all seven siblings, Danny was the only one who finished college. All his brothers ended up married, divorced, drunk, or MIA from the family. Danny remained in Centralia, feeling a load of responsibility about everything happening. He dreams of finding a solution to bring back life to the town.

✏He also studied an engineering, but he didn’t end up liking it much, and took the best job he could- which ended up the first decision he ever took in his life: he teaches kids in elementary school. They are his entire life, and the reason why he smiles every single day.

M I S C E L A N E O U S

✏he is very kind. i def went overboard with making him so goddamn fucking nice, he’s a prince. but he’s definitely gullible, and always expects the best out of people.

✏he loves to sing and dance, but here’s the catch: he is obsessed with Sinatra and stuff like that. he loves to do impressions and woo people with his skills.

✏very fucking smart, but will always treat you like you are smarter than him. he looks in the eyes a lot- he does believe the eyes are the windows of the soul.

✏actually really fucking loves centralia??? he is very passionate and wants to use his smarts to fix the town. he’s always doing some kind of research.

✏speaks spanish, japanese, italian and english. a polyglot of my dreams.

✏he’s a fucking sports dude. he’s soft, but he watches every single match on tv. he loves soccer and baseball. he had once a dream to be an olympic swimmer, but it never happened.

✏        basically a total bimbo.

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fusebcx​:

it’s embarrassing how long it takes for his brain to realize it was not supposed to be a compliment. there’s a, at least, fifteen second cooldown between the words escaping the other’s mouth and alf registering them as more than just funny noises, but once he does, his first thought is: “damn, this guy’s actually really nice.” so, like any well-behaved rat out there, alf cracks a drunken smile that makes him look just a tiny bit stupider. “aw, thanks man.” it’s not until after another ten seconds of subconsciously admiring the other’s eyebrows that something… clicks. “yo-” but the guy’s already walking away, leaving him with at least three unanswered questions munching on his brain. “wait!” catches up to the stranger, clearly distressed. “are you sayin’ i’m, like, fucking ugly or sumthin’?” 

it took the other long enough to actually follow him, that gio thought his tactic would not work for once, but it was his very particular voice piercing through a few people separating the dance floor from the bar that made the corners of his mouth curve upwards a bit. it always worked. boys hated being left without the last word, and this one was not the exception. he ordered a glass of whiskey, no ice, and didn’t turn around until he at least had had a sip. “i’m saying my hands are way too beautiful for bruises, don’t get confused.” gio could not even lie to say the other was ugly. he would just benefit from closing his mouth. 

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fusebcx​:

she’s been complaining the whole shift, constantly finding new things to whine about, making maurice wonder if she actually even wants to be there. so far, his money is on probably not, but despite being the manager of the place, he doesn’t really do much about it. it’s rare for new employees to be so opinionated, so in a way, he’s actually kind of enjoying her presence.  and the way she keeps fumbling simple tasks while acting like she knows exactly what she’s doing? peak entertainment. she’s a character, that’s for sure. he tries his best to hide the amused smile as he watches her struggle with the coffee, nodding along when she drags the machine through the mud. “i know! what a useless chunk of rust, innit? quite horrendous.” they actually got it last month. “have you tried pushing the other button?” the one he specifically told her to press at the beginning of the shift when showing her how to work the damn thing. 

crystal felt a little bit... observed in that very moment. surprisingly, despite her whining and complaining, she had felt very alone the entire time, up to that moment where the fucking coffee machine spat hot droplets everywhere. thank fuck she had an apron and a coffeeshop shirt (an awful fitting one) instead of her clothes, or they would have been ruined (or she would have been painfully burned all over her chest, but she didn’t think about that one right away). she scoffed. she was at the border of tears, considering it was her first day and she was fucking everything up, but she would never let anyone see her actually doing. she took an extra second to compose herself before looking back at maurice with full confidence. “i did- it just didn’t work this last time.” she assured the other with a lie. but it was a white lie, a necessary one to keep the job. “it’s just... this... thing hates me or something.” she finished, grabbing a napkin to clean herself up, then a rag to follow with the counter. all without looking up at him. she couldn’t handle it- she was feeling a lot of pressure. 

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strippedmymind​:

emilio simply shook his head at his question. “never mind.” it was obvious this guy was a lot more reserved and quiet than emilio could ever be, but something about his closed off and mysterious nature drew him in even more. how could it be possible that someone could be so handsome and play the quiet role so well? obviously, emilio is assuming he’s definitely bisexual with the way he’s reacting to his flirting. any genuinely straight guy would have sent him to hell ages ago and would have definitely not entertained his rather shameless flirting. he knew he had to be somewhat interested since he hasn’t done anything to stop it. besides, no completely straight guy has a beard that fantastically done, emilio refuses to believe it. maybe he’s just shy, is his first thought, but he would be sure to break him out of that shell sooner rather than later. “i think it’s a good way too. can’t really do that with emilio without it sounding dumb. unless i go with like, leo or something, but,” he shakes his head in disagreement, “i don’t think that suits me.” he chuckles softly, knowing he had to shut the fuck up urgently. is this what his life has come to? making meaningless conversation with a cute guy who might not even be into him at all? the worst part is that he can’t be bothered to stop talking. he’s laughing at his words, running a hand past his hair. “well, if it ever does happen, i’d probably be constantly shaving it off. i doubt i could pull off a beard. at least, not the way you can.” more flirting? definitely, but in his defense, he’s unsupervised now and can’t help his hormones. “okay, mr. i’m not good with words… maybe you’re better at texting? maybe i can have your number. you know, in case of an emergency or whatever.” or maybe he just really wishes he could see him again outside of this cafe, but an emergency sounded better.

was this what people called small talk? because fuck-- it was unbelievably awkward for him. emilio seemed perfect at it, and he couldn’t help but to wonder if it was some kind of skill people were born with that clearly had skipped lorenzo’s generation. he rubbed the back of his neck almost anxiously, tugging at his ear to keep himself present instead of getting lost inside his own head while the other babbled to no end. it was not annoying, however. he would just liked it a bit better if he stopped calling him cute. he appreciated the compliment, he just didn’t know how to act- it was too weird to simply say thank you and keep repeating it every single time. “emi can be a good way,” except he almost made himself laugh with the way it sounded. it was conceited- the way you call a three year old, not a grown man. he smiled and looked down, feeling bad about his wanting to laugh. oh- there it was. more flattery, or maybe even flirting. no, that’s what it was. enzo wasn’t dumb. he knew it was his intention, and even though he should have been calling it off ever since this started, it wasn’t like he wanted to burn every bridge he had in this town. he ignored it, although his hand did go around his face to touch his beard. “i don’t know. you can always find a fake one, put it on, see how you like it.” it was the only alternative and the first thing that came to his mind. “well, i- uhm...” he rubbed his neck again. “i’m not great at that either, but... i- emergencies- yeah. i don’t really know many people around here.”

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fusebcx​:

“hands off of my pornstar martini.” but they’re too late to stop the other from downing the rest of the cocktail. left with nothing but an empty glass and half a slice of passion fruit on the napkin beside them, tate looks at the man with a mixture of feigned offense and shock. “are you seriously forcing me into teetotalism right now? shoving me towards a life i never wanted, depriving me of basic human rights? how fucking abominable. i’m appalled by your behavior.” but the warm smile that creeps across their features suggests otherwise, fingers mindlessly tracing over the veins in river’s right hand. “we’re all desperate, babe-” huffs. “but there are moments you have to ask yourself: ‘do i really wanna get pounded by someone whose natural aroma strongly resembles christmas dinner?’” it’s not even that bad, tate’s definitely done worse, but that’s not the point of this conversation. “maybe i will.” head tilts to the side, hand placed over the other’s, giving it a little squeeze. “dance with me?” 

“too late.” but tate already knew it. river ordered awful drinks, only to end up stealing someone else’s. and by all gods, this was a good one- quite strong, though, but river was not a little bitch about drinks. he welcomed them. he probably needed it, even. beside him, he could hear tate speaking non stop. it was not unusual for river to not understand half the words they were saying to him, or to not even get the context- he blamed it on his own ignorance and lack of schooling, but it didn’t seem to be an obstacle between the two of them as often as their clothes were. but tonight was not about to end that way. no. it wasn’t in the plans. he didn’t want to add a mess between his and tate’s friendship, so he needed to keep it to himself. river looked at tate after a second and sighed. “maybe i have a food kink, who knows?” he wouldn’t be surprised. he discovered new kinks every other day, it seemed. “what? dance with you? is that supposed to make me stop thinking about christmas ham?” river questioned them, but his hand was already in theirs as he downed the pornstar martini and allowed tate to pull him to the dance floor. 

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fusebcx​:

why would he want the other to straight up punch him in the face? that’s an excellent question, one alf doesn’t have a real answer to. perhaps his brain has shut down, perhaps he didn’t have one in the first place. either way, he stands there for a second, looking at the other from behind the indisputably unflattering 2000s dad sunglasses. “nah, bruv, my therapist said i can’t publicly talk about me kinks anymore or they’ll send me back to juvie.” delivered in monotone before he goes on the three second journey of pondering the real question. “j’st for the fucking piss of it?” eventually concludes with an unbothered shrug of the shoulders. to be honest, he just wants to feel something; an adrenaline rush, if you may. “so, are you gonna do it or not, then?” eyes squeeze shut as he prepares for the blow. “come on, fuck me up, mate. j’st don’t go for the nose.”

god, he really thought he had showed up to a nice club, a nice spot in the middle of the city. how did people like... this guy actually made it inside? it was beside him. maybe he had snuck inside. it would only make sense, because even when he looked around, there was nobody else that shared this same kind of vibe as him. gio quirked an eyebrow at the mention of juvie. that explained a lot, although she had to admit to be a little curious about the mention of several kinks. so what if that piqued his interest? he was a man of many curiosities himself. gio looked at the other for a couple seconds, really pondering on it. “i don’t know- i just... i don’t think your face is worth the bruises on my knuckles, luv.” he showed a little bit of a cocky smile before moving away towards the bar, fully expecting to be followed. 

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fusebcx​:

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the first thing she notices upon waking is the pounding headache, as if someone’s violently shaking her brain, slamming their tiny fists against the walls inside her skull. with a soft groan, cynthia forces herself into a sitting position, tired eyes scanning the surroundings. she’s in a bed that’s definitely not hers, inside a room she’s never been to before, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt that also, mostly certainly, doesn’t belong to her. if only she could remember how she ended up here. disoriented, slightly alarmed and in desperate need of a glass of water, the blonde gets to her feet and starts gathering her clothes. she’s in the middle of putting on a bra when the bathroom door swings open, startling her. “oh my god!” arms instantly wrap around the half naked frame as she looks up, doe-eyed, gaze meeting the stranger’s. “um.. hi! good morning? i-i was just-” in the process of leaving, thanks. 

fuck. that was his first thought. it wasn’t even weird for emil’s first thought to be that kind of thing. it happened too often, specially during a vegas trip. he loved las vegas- he knew las vegas like the palm of his hand- the bars, the casinos, the clubs, the vices and virtues of a city like that. it was not the first time he woke up with a pounding headache and a pretty blonde next to him, so even though it was a soft blow to his morals, he didn’t think about it much when he got up to the bathroom to try and think of the girl’s name -he was sure he knew it- and try to piece together the entire night. of course there was no success. he flushed the toilet, washed his hands only to wet his face right after and walked out to the bedroom where surprise, his blonde friend was already awake. “good morning,” he smiled softly, doing his best to appear welcoming. “leaving?” he completed her sentence, not because they were soulmates, but her body language said it all. “so soon?”

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strippedmymind​:

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cam was very tired, but he still had a whole five hours ahead of him before he could go home. the music was far too loud for his liking ( even though it’s a damn club ) and most people are dancing too close together and god, cam can’t wait until this shift is over. the only reason he has this job is because the tips at this time of the night are fantastic, as people get too drunk to even notice what they’re putting in the tip jar. however, it’s still a pain in the ass, and it’s proven to be an even bigger pain in the ass when andre and his very unlikeable girlfriend walk in and head right towards him. cam has very mixed feelings about andre, but he pushes his thoughts aside and forces a smile onto his face, as he very much needs this job. “hi.” he says simply, cleaning up a cup. “want anything?”

andre was not expecting to see anybody he knew around. to be fair, he lacked friends. most of the people he hung out with had to do with chloe, his girlfriend. he had heard rumors about her liking him for his money, but at that point, andre had been pushed so deep down a dark hole, that he didn’t think he could be likable in any shape of form. he was a shadow of chloe, and it seemed to be the only thing he was good at. but cam was behind the bar, and andre was almost glad to see him. he was one of the few people he knew from a long while back, and it wasn’t like he cared much about his upbringing. they had been raised almost together. he wanted to come and say hi more than he wanted to hang out with his group, but the second chloe realized his intentions, she perched onto his arm.  “oh, look who it is!” her voice was full of fake emotions. “cal? cas?” “it’s cam,” andre interfered, showing a little smile.  “whatever- can you get me vodka and sprite? thank you, babe.” chloe smiled back at the two of them before going off somewhere else excited about seeing somebody she knew. andre was left there, as if a hurricane had passed him and he had barely realized.  “hi...” andre smiled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed about chloe. “i didn’t know you worked here.”

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wrxckings​:

“Oh, you know, I’m just making fun of you,” she responds shamelessly because whereas he was getting the reactions he wanted out of her by simply kissing and touching her like that. She’d make fun of him till the end of time, simply so she could still keep some distance between the feelings and what was currently happening. Her skin was hot and tingling, just wanting to be touched more and more but Ezra apparently liked to take his time. It wasn’t something she was used to and part of her just wanted to grab his hands and do it for him but she could probably learn some patience as well, just for once. She distracted herself by playing with his hair, only now realizing how it’s gotten a little longer now since they had been in the hospital with each other. Maybe it’s not so bad that they’ll take some time, especially because that means it won’t be anytime soon that she’ll end up leaving.

ezra couldn’t even be mad, not even seem mad. it was pretty much clear he enjoyed when faith made fun of him in any kind of way. she enjoyed it, therefore he enjoyed it. the longer he spent together with her, this close to her, the more he realized how bad he had it for her, and for how long this had been his reality. fuck, he had missed her so much, and at this point, he was sure he would not be able to exist another day without her like this. she was addicting, and he had never even dabbled on vices. faith was his first. “oh yeah?” he asked with a little smirk concealed in a frown. “is it like... your kink or something?” ezra moved up to kiss her one more time, his hands little by little inching up until his thumbs grazed her nipples- moving very slow until she was desperate. maybe he would not get her to beg, but he could get her to lose her patience. 

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wrxckings​:

“That’s unfortunate but hey, those were pretty bad people most of the time anyway,” she adds with an easy shrug. She preferred to look at things from a positive perspective, even if it was far fetched sometimes. She liked history but she couldn’t help but also realize that people’s pasts were sort of dark in most cultures and such so she’d rather not think back or want him to compare to these times - even if it sounded cool ! She can’t help but blush when he mentions the incident yesterday. “Don’t say that, I won’t ever be able to live it down now,” she replies in defeat, dismissing him shortly. “Okay, I think I got it - HEY,” she calls for the waiter right away, just impatiently hungry now after that bad vending machine sandwich.

“i guess- i wouldn’t hurt a fly, so there’s that.” he agreed, as if that was the definite proof of how much of a viking he could never be. he had been in one fight in his entire life, he was in middle school and he ended up with a broken nose, a busted lip and a black eye. and he was most definitely not able to say to look at the other guy. he lost. and ever since, he stayed on the side lines. amias laughed again. if anything, he would never allow her to live that down. “maybe that’s what i want!” he teased. “it’s okay, though. it’s kind of unforgettable if you ask me.” he couldn’t put a better adjective to the experience. “alright, that was fast- i’ll--- okay, go first. i’ll order after you.”

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fusebcx​:

the thumb of the right hand is placed below the chin, supporting it while index and middle finger rest against cheek, showing off the neatly painted, mismatched nails. “i’m not jealous, babe.” there’s an amused smile across their lips, a slightly unhinged glint in their eye as they watch the stranger disappear into the bathroom. okay, maybe they’re a little jealous. “you’re not actually into him, are you?” willingly gives up the drink, gaze turning to their friend. “god, you can’t be. please, he’s so desperate, river, it’s disgusting.” mainly, tate doesn’t appreciate the way the guy’s trying to get all touchy with the other. “and he smells like meat. smoked ham and dollar store cologne. i mean.. what the fuck? objectively speaking, you could do so much better.”

“right, keep telling yourself that.” river responded, not even looking at them in the eyes any longer than a second. he didn’t believe the other was jealous, but perhaps wanted them to be. maybe river was offended that tate wasn’t a little bit jealous. how dare they? river rolled his eyes and decided to steal their drink completely. it was that good, and he couldn’t care to ask what exactly it was or wait for the cute bartender to make one for him. “what? as if i was not a little desperate too.” he was horny. he needed some action. he had started to wither little by little. “what’s so wrong with smoked ham? i’m always a little hungry anyways.” river had to laugh, though, because he had not been able to pinpoint topher’s smell, and it seemed like tate had it on point. “oh yeah? i could do much better? show me, then.”

[ahomegirlslives]

starter for: maurice ( @fusebcx​ ) and crystal location: the cafe where they both work 

despite being new at the job, and really needing the goddamn job, crystal kept on whining about how dirty things can get within a matter of seconds, which definitely had more to do with her not knowing how to work the espresso machine. still, complaining was way easier than asking for help, and of course, the latter would mean she had to admit she had lied about her resume in order to get the job. “i just think this shit is old. if it was slightly more modern it would stop spitting fucking burning hot coffee all over the place- i’m just sayin...” 

[ahomegirlslives]

starter for: tate thatcher ( @fusebcx​ ) from river reyes location: some club, a couple hours into their ‘friendly’ night out.

“ay, dios mío, tatey baby- don’t look so damn jealous,” he whispered into tate’s ear, as he slowly slid behind only to end next to them in the bar. river was teasing, but he had noticed tate’s pout the moment topher, this guy who was definitely more into him than river into them, leaned in to kiss his cheek before they went off to the boy’s room in the other side of the club.  “that wrinkle will be permanently stamped on your forehead unless you relax a little.” he smirked, stealing tate’s drink from their hand for a quick sip.