nothing feels better than this

        “ really dick ? a simple blindfold’s kinky to ya’ ? i think ya’ might be losin’ your street cred as soon as i upload this. ” she teases, grinning as she pans a little closer to the other. “ i just gotta make sure i get a good close up of this moment – ya’ know, for the fans. ” her smile widens as she zooms onto his face. filming with dick always distracted tatiana in a way she needed – his innuendos keeping the air of their conversations light. “ shoot, ” her tone implies disappointment despite the fact that she feels none. “ i wish i could supply the pretty, but then who would capture the occasion ? i gotta let the public know they’ve been usin’ blindfolds wrong with a new tutorial. ”

            no one had ever been as forward with her, let alone so PERSISTENT in his goal to… what? woo her? make her squirm? dylan dedicated more time mulling over dick’s actions than she would ever grant him the satisfaction of knowing. the room had a pleasant spin to it, and she was rather determined to hang onto a semblance of togetherness. this was a confrontation she had initiated after all. it just seemed that the equation of his comments plus the watermelon vodka was having the opposite affect dylan craved. cheeks were stained a vibrant pink hue. even if they wanted to act tough, it was painfully obvious just how flustered she was becoming. ❝ i–, ❞ she sputtered ( rather adorably despite how much she loathed herself for it ), 

        ❝ you couldn’t make me say your name like that, even if you tried, ❞ dylan boldly insulted. it would’ve been a somewhat decent comeback if the regret was immediately plastered on her features, ❝ i’m sorry that was really mean, ❞ she apologized sincerely, unable to stick to even the slightest offense to dick… even if he deserved, it really. her hand feels heavier when he drops it, swallowing thickly as she took the silent cue to drink MORE from her cup as he did from his. ❝ you’re teasing me! ❞ dylan childishly declared, ❝ you say these things to me and i just–i don’t know how to respond to them! help me out, please, what do you want ? like…like what do you get out of this? ❞

he turns his head away when she snaps back, his blossoming laugh muffled in the curve of his shoulder and the silky fabric of his shirt. tilting his head back, he takes a moment observe her, his dark eyes fitting up and down in a slow perusal. in record time, dylan’s voicing an unnecessary apology, as if the thought of hurling an insult - even a soft edged one - and potentially hurting someone’s feelings is truly unbearable. “trust me. i’m relentless in the face of a challenge.”

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

“i’ve been told my good looks are devastating. i simply can’t help it.”

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

“no. i’m not that easy.”

62: What makes you happy?