🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

Gemma sits in the passenger’s seat, quiet as everybody spoke about the movie. She wasn’t the biggest horror movie fan. She thought they were too bloody, too scary. She preferred rom coms or dramas. But the majority wanted to see it, so of course she just had to tag along and sit through it. Most of her time was spent gripping her boyfriend’s arm or hiding her face against his shoulder, so she missed some parts. But she knew enough to follow along to the conversation being had in the car. Then Teddy speaks up and it’s like everybody wanted to linger in his every word, even if they didn’t agree with his opinion. He just had that commanding presence somehow. Her head turns to glance over at him and she rolls her eyes, laughing a little. “Yeah, no thank you. I’d be too creeped out to even think about being turned on,” she muses. “How many more are they going to make? I feel like eight is way too many of anything, especially when they all are basically the same thing,” she finds herself commenting, head falling off to the side so she can stare out the window once again. She just wasn’t built for a horror movie, finding them too violent and too depressing sometimes.

Teddy glanced over at Gemma, quietly observing the way she stayed close to him throughout the night, often leaning into his arm or hiding her face against his shoulder during the more intense parts of the conversation and earlier scares. He found it endearing rather than surprising, aware that horror and slasher films were not for everyone, and her reactions only made her seem more human to him. With a playful grin, he tilted his head and asked, “Even if you knew it was me behind the mask?” as if testing the boundaries of the fear she was feeling. He shrugged a moment later, continuing on in a more casual tone. “It’s a franchise, and one you can easily follow on from. I feel like they’ll milk it for all it’s worth,” he confessed, speaking like someone already thinking about sequels and predictable twists. As they drove, Teddy watched the streetlights ahead flicker suddenly, plunging the road into darkness for a few seconds before they hummed back to life. He paused, looking around with mild surprise before exhaling, “Damn. It’s darker out than I thought.” A grin spread across his face as he added, “Spooky!” enjoying the eerie atmosphere despite the chill it brought with it.

It took some effort to keep Selene interested sometimes. She wasn’t the type to just disregard people necessarily, she just got bored easily. She liked the calm, but she also liked the excitement, and most people weren’t good at having that balance she felt like. But with them, every part of her felt satisfied. Like she didn’t need to go searching for anything else right now. “If you’re well behaved, then I’m celibate,” she sarcastically counters with an amused smirk of her own. “I have to keep an eye on both of you all the time.” She watches as he gets closer and Garrett following right after, feeling them closing in and trapping her between them as if they were lions and they caught their prey. It honestly always turned her on, just being between them in any capacity. Even during more innocent times. “I don’t know if I should be insulted or impressed,” she chimed in when they both comment on the time they would need. Her slight laughter dies in her throat when Dean suddenly moves his hand between her legs. Of course her panties were already wet, it was hard not to get aroused with them. Her eyes drift shut for a moment and the softest of moans leaves her. “Is this turning into a competition?” She questions, glancing at them again once she collects her bearings.

Kat gives a thoughtful nod, finding that it was a good idea to talk a little during the massage. She was sure of it was completely silent, she would grow uncomfortable and that would defeat the purpose of being here. At the mention of the sounds of the oil, she makes a face before laughing a bit. “Yeah, I don’t really want to hear that, so talking is a good idea,” she muses with a smile. At the question, she gives a nod in approval that it would be okay to take off the robe. It made sense, he couldn’t exactly massage her over the thing. “Yeah, that’s fine,” she replies. She loosens the robe tie to make it easy to slip it off. Her skin bare underneath except for the lavender tattoo she had along her left rib cage. She listens as he explains the first steps of the process and it made her feel better that he was explaining every step instead of just starting with no warning. “Sounds good,” she smiles a bit, giving her consent that she was okay with these first few steps. “I’m in your expert hands, do what you need to do,” she half jokes around. She had the utmost confidence that he knew exactly what he was doing at this point, it felt like he had proven that both with his references and his professional demeanor right now. She lays there, waiting for the next steps. “How long have you been doing this?” She finds herself questioning to start off some small talk, fingers lightly drumming against the table where her arm was resting against her side, a signs there was still the slightest of nerves there. But she was sure it would disappear soon enough. “You seem like you know a lot.”

Lawson made sure to give Kat plenty of time to settle in, never rushing her or filling the space with unnecessary pressure, letting the atmosphere stay calm and controlled so she could relax at her own pace. He began by preparing the oils slowly, pouring a small amount into his palms before rubbing them together deliberately to warm them, the motion steady and practiced. Only once he was sure his hands were comfortable did he approach her, speaking in an easy, conversational tone that kept things grounded. “I’ve been doing this stuff for about three or four years now,” he admitted, glancing down briefly as he worked. “I used to do it as work experience and loved it, so I just continued it.” His voice carried a relaxed honesty as he continued. "I tend to work a lot with people with sport injuries." He confessed honestly, since it paid well. “But I prefer working on people’s backs or shoulder pain,” he added, applying the oil carefully as he spoke. “It’s nice to shift some of that ache away, especially when people come in expecting it.” There was a quiet pride in the way he said it, though not boastful, more like someone who genuinely enjoyed helping. After a pause, he gave a small exhale of amusement, shaking his head slightly. “Most people are completely normal,” he confessed, easing into the rhythm of his work. “But I have had a few who think I’m going to be like the guys on the internet,” he added, his tone light but pointed, clearly referring to unrealistic expectations some clients arrived with. "They freak me out."

Kate listened carefully to Valentino's words, her green hues detailing his handsome features. He was a very interesting man, very kind compared to the other men she had met before. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, the woman just nodded quietly before then whispering. "I know you are right. I am just being stubborn." She tried to laugh but behind this attitude was hidden a broken heart. One that was way too often used, destroyed and thrown away. "I tried dating apps and I hated them. There is nothing spontaneous, it always feels forced." She shuddered at the simple thought of it. When Valentino mentioned the idea of traveling to a destination with someone she didn't know, Kate couldn't help but smile warmly at him. After all, she was to fly abroad, to another continent with her new bodyguard. "Well, I am looking forward to flying and traveling." She simply stated, a little hint of amusement in her eyes. "Naturally, we will stay in a five star hotel and all the expenses will be charged on my account. You should enjoy the trip as well besides protecting me."

Valentino shook his head as the topic of dating apps came up, a look of mild disbelief crossing his features. "Men on dating apps are disgusting. Most of them are only after one thing," he explained, speaking with the confidence of someone who had heard enough stories to form a strong opinion. He had never spent much time on those apps himself, but his friends certainly had, and over the years they had shared countless tales of awkward encounters, misleading profiles, and people who seemed interested in little beyond fleeting attention. From what Valentino had heard, genuine intentions often felt rare. A polite smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned back slightly in his chair. "If you're staying at nice places, I can look out for some good guys," he said with a grin, clearly trying to be helpful rather than judgmental. He lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. "Ones with money who treat you nice would be good." There was a teasing note in his voice, but sincerity underneath it. Valentino believed that if someone was going to pursue Kate's attention, they should at least be respectful, stable, and capable of offering her the kindness and security she deserved.

Kate smiled and looked down at Valentino's comment. "I am far off from having children as well. I anyways have no man desiring me or even loving me." Her smile was now weak as she remembered how her last relationship ended. It was the whole reason why her family had hired Valentino after all. To protect her from that man. Her heart was crushed, her self esteem damaged. She was trying to survive this world and have faith in love but it was quite challenging. The woman was destroyed deep inside and as time was ticking, her dream of having her own family with a man who would love her as much as she would love him in return was fading slowly but surely. When he spoke those words, Kate looked down and nodded quietly. "I guess so." She muttered, unsure if she would ever open her heart again. "I heard that as well. Most of my friends tell me that. I still have my doubts and am unsure whether love truly exists or not. It can be that it's just a fantasy, just like in the books I write." She shrugged before looking at Valentino with a broken expression on her face. "Love has left me a long time ago." She laughed.

Valentino stepped closer to Kate, his presence calm and unhurried, as though he had no intention of rushing the moment or overwhelming her space. He gently rested a hand against her shoulder, the touch light and reassuring rather than demanding, offering quiet comfort through the gesture. "I wouldn't cut yourself away from it," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the sincerity in his eyes. He spoke as if he had thought about this before, carefully choosing his words rather than speaking impulsively. "I think love finds you when you're least expecting it. I don't agree with dating apps and stuff like that. I feel like that's forcing love," he continued, his tone thoughtful, almost reflective, as though he was sharing a personal belief rather than trying to convince her of anything. "However, meeting someone or ending up at a destination with someone you don't know and clicking? That truly sounds like romance to me." As he finished speaking, the dark-haired boy ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face in a distracted, almost self-soothing motion.

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Finn had always had a soft spot for Remy, the kind that never really faded no matter how much time passed or how much they both grew up; they had always been close siblings in a way that felt natural rather than forced, as if the bond had existed long before either of them had words for it, and for Finn, who had once quietly wished for a little sibling of his own, Remy arriving in his life had filled something he didn’t even realise had been missing, turning that childhood hope into something real and grounding, and from the moment she came along, their connection had been something soft and unmistakably affectionate, the kind of sibling relationship that looked almost like something out of films where the older one instinctively steps in front, protective and watchful, always keeping an eye out even when it wasn’t strictly necessary; Finn was like that with her, sometimes a little too protective, hovering in ways that might have been excessive to others, but always rooted in care, in a steady kind of love that never asked for anything in return, and even now, as adults, that bond hadn’t broken or faded.

open to f/m (give him his bisexual awakening)/nb

Nixon watched the other closely as he spoke, catching every flicker of expression that crossed his face. “I’m flirting with you,” the brunette admitted with disarming honesty, a smug grin slowly spreading across his lips as if he found the entire situation amusing. “I was trying to be discreet about it, but yeah. There’s a reason I’m lingering around you a lot lately.” His eyes gleamed with playful satisfaction as he gently nudged his arm against the other’s, allowing the brief contact to linger just a second longer than necessary. The gesture was casual enough to be brushed off, yet intentional enough to leave no room for misunderstanding. “I’m just not shy about it,” he added, his smile widening as he held the other’s gaze.

A smirk formed on Jade’s lips, raising a brow slightly as her eyes playfully scanned over him, “I mean, that’s true. You’re pretty hot,” she admitted easily, “though if the woman isn’t hot… probably a crap shot with genetics – I don’t know,” she shrugged. She hadn’t finished high school and really didn’t remember that part of biology class. “I’m sure your swimmers would be popular,” she teased. As they shifted to talking about her daughter, Jade shifted slightly. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but more that she wasn’t the best at opening up, talking about herself. And this – well, the last thing she wanted was judgment. She’d given birth right before she turned 16 years old, and she doubted he’d struggle to do the math on that. “Uh, she – she’s 10,” she glanced down briefly before lifting her gaze to him. The female had certainly faced her fair share of judgment there, especially from people who thought they were sisters or Jade was the nanny. “And before you go there, yeah, I was young," she tossed out as if preemptively getting slightly defensive.

“I mean, true. I think I’ll only say yes to the pretty ones,” Reed joked with a lazy half-smile, clearly not taking his own comment seriously even as it slipped out easily, his tone light enough to make it obvious he was playing around rather than making any real declaration, because in truth he knew he wouldn’t sign himself up for something like that; he’d help if someone genuinely needed him, sure, but the idea of putting his name down and potentially having children he didn’t know about drifting around somewhere unsettled him more than he cared to admit, too unpredictable, too permanent, too much responsibility tied to something he couldn’t control, and when Jade mentioned being a young mother, he glanced at her properly then, his expression softening just a fraction as he shrugged, “I’m not judging you. Things happen,” he said simply, not prying, not pushing, because whether it had been a relationship or circumstances beyond her control wasn’t his business.

“Ow—hey!” he protested, though his grin was wider than ever. “Careful, you’re gonna mess up this pretty face.”

Beau grinned when Patrick grinned back at him, the easy back-and-forth making his eyes brighten with amusement as he leaned into the moment. “You’re right. I don’t want to mess around with your looks. You only have so much going for you,” he teased, the words landing with obvious playfulness rather than malice, his tone light and mocking.

Patrick stared at Giovanni for a long moment, the smug smirk and that teasing tone making his blood run hot in more ways than one. He hated how easily the older man could get under his skin, but the challenge in Giovanni’s eyes was starting to wear down his stubbornness.

Giovanni had always been the kind of person who preferred things done his way, with a quiet confidence that bordered on expectation, and as he studied Patrick, he could already tell the younger man wasn’t someone who simply complied without question; there was a sharpness in his posture, an independence in the way he carried himself that suggested pushback rather than blind agreement, something Giovanni noted rather than dismissed.