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vera: yeah but it’s not like my mental state matters NOW  vera: im just saying i can see why the earth would want us gone vera: we ARE slowly killing it 

callen: uhhh it kinda does my dude

callen: we are but it’s stoppable right?? 

   unlike most people, luis loved when it was cold and rainy–- he especially loved when it was raining. it was his favourite time to go out. part of it had to do with the fact that most people stayed in, so he wouldn’t have to deal with too many people. it wasn’t all shocking that he was out, buying a few extra groceries. what was shocking was literally running walking into someone while at the store. and not just anyone…. caroline. luis couldn’t stop the soft sigh that escaped his lips upon seeing her face. “ i didn’t decide–- but i am sorry. ” he felt almost like his apology was for more than bumping into her, but he knew an apology wouldn’t be enough. “ i didn’t mean to walk into you. i wasn’t paying attention. ” he couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. while they may have never been together, things ended weird. well, they never really ended.. luis just cut himself off from everybody after everything went down. not that it was all too surprising. he knew what people said about him. he was aware of everyone cutting him out.. he just did it first for some… made it all easier on himself. 

      was that really how some people did things? she felt spectacularly boring, when it was said like that. ‘ i mean, i like sleep as much as the next person, ‘ liv shrugged. ‘ but there’s lots to do other than that. though i do spend most of my time at work, so maybe that’s the problem. ‘ she loved her job, though, so really - who cared if she spent far too much time hanging around with four year olds? ‘ it’s fine, it’s fine, you don’t sound mean or anything, ‘ liv added reassuringly. ‘ i don’t know if i have a good answer for you, though. ‘

“if it’s alright with you, i’d like to work on our relationship. i get that we’re over, bu that doesn’t mean that i don’t want you in my life.” she said. “you’ve always been so important to me, i want to be friends, if you want that too. i’m done being a steamroller. that’s what i want. what do you want?”

“ do i look like someone who would know? ”  she’s not sure whether it’s a compliment or an insult, but with caroline she’s willing to hope for the best.  “ i don’t even know what you mean, but .. i don’t do a lot of things, so i’m just assuming i havent––– if that makes sense? ”  it should, hopefully. kimberly shrugs, picking at her napkin as she listens.  “ you called yourself boring, i never said that. ”  still, she can’t help but feel a little guilty, as if she’s supposed to have something better to say. it’s a thin line to walk after all, between gossip and just exposing her own secrets, but she goes for it nevertheless––– newfound resolve and all.  “ i guess i went to talk to reece… if that counts.. ”

“ you’re the best of the worst, cal––– is that good enough? ”  kimberly laughs, though quietly enough for people to not stop and take notice. running into one person is more than enough for this one shopping trip.  “ i do know him, he’s–– well, we have friends in common, so i’ve seen him around. ”  callen would know, obviously. no need to get into details. she just shrugs, pushing and pulling at the cart absentmindedly.  “ he’s a great guy, every time i’ve met him he’s just.. super nice. how’s it working for you guys, living together? ”

                even when his eyes are cast skyward, he can feel her gaze on him like a knife. perhaps, like with those white lines the two of them love to ingest, she’s addicted. it’s a feeling he likes, head rocking back on his shoulders, the hollows between bones rippling in his neck as he casts a glance across the lake. “boathouse,” jack responds with a shrug, though despite the ease his tone suggests, it isn’t a thought-out plan, merely a whim on the flick of his tongue that she’s taken and ran with, given it wings – or oars – and allowed a split second impulse to sail. 

                  it’s something between a hum and a growl that rumbles in his throat when she straddles his lap, her hands on his chest, his own tightening their grasp on her hips to tug her closer, feeling her wrap against him. “hm. perhaps not. at this time, anyone with an ounce of sense in their feeble heads is tucked up in bed.” there’s something like a fairytale in the way he speaks, like he’s always playing the role of the big bad – and her, his little red. perhaps there’s some buried part in both of them that needs the thrill of a game to find enjoyment. he’ll happily play his role, if it means she’ll warm his sheets. 

                  hands on her thighs, his fingers travel south as his hips tease hers with a roll, lips finding purpose in the hollow of her neck. there’s a feral part of him that’s adamant for her corruption. he’ll reel her in on his silver-tongued line, catch her thoughts, have her hooked, and then she’s putty in his hands. the way to make someone do anything you ask is to first convince them they’re in love. that’s if she’s even capable of such a thing. jo falling in lust is a more likely scenario. “perhaps–” jack begins, between rough and toothy kisses which start at her throat and pepper down her chest, “we should join them.”

she doesn’t really know how to explain the lingering looks, the way she enjoys his company more than anyone else’s, much less the way she plays into anything he says. they just get along well — that’s what she blames it on, anyway. any other options were quickly pushed to the side, because they weren’t options for jo, ever. “maybe next time, yeah? if there’s a next time, that is.” she likes to tease him more than she probably should, acting as if she wouldn’t come back here next week if he wanted to. jo isn’t the type to just easily give in. no, she was going to play hard to get, despite the fact that he’d already gotten her. 

his arms pull her down and she’s suddenly flush against him, content practically running through her veins at the sound he makes, knowing she’d made the right decision in that moment. “well, lucky them. having sense is no fun.” if she had sense, jo wouldn’t have done half the things she had in her lifetime, but instead, maybe she would have been a different person. absentmindedly, she’s begun to run his hair through her fingers, a habit of hers with anyone she was intimate with, really. “but what are we going to do for the rest of the night? if we aren’t doing your boat idea anymore. i’m growing bored.” 

           he knew that they were different. he just knew it. from the questions at the grocery store to the way he held himself, stanton was fully aware that they weren’t on the same playing field and really, they never were. cal didn’t pop pills and he didn’t get trashed on shit you can’t buy at the liquor store. definitely not after his sister. stanton always kept it under the table but now, after all this, he just felt judged. if he could change he would, and he definitely wouldn’t do it around him. not in a million years. he just wanted respect. that’s all it was. a respectful understanding that it was all okay and cal was okay with him.

but now he’s pouting and he’s not really looking at cal until he grabs his attention again. when he’s saying the full of his name and pulling him closer so he can feel the warmth from his body. he’s still not happy. he still wishes cal could trust him like that. sure, it’s the insecurity in himself that he hates and just wishes he could flip a switch and be the perfect guy for him but he can’t and that really scares him. how unbelievably imperfect it is.   “ if there’s someone out there who likes warm beer i don’t want to know them. “   he grumbles, looking at his neck rather than his face. he knows he was kidding about that part. he wanted to have a good time. so he sighed and rolled his head back.   “ i want you to know i’d never do that to you. “   he finally ends to look him in the eyes, wrapping his fingers around his jacket.    “ i want you to trust that i’m not going to do that to you. “   he frowns. he’s not an asshole. he gets it.   “ don’t make me feel like the cunt for getting upset. “   he wouldn’t assume the worst if this whole thing didn’t scare THE FUCK  out of him. but he lets go, his hands by his side. he wanted this to be fun. this was going to be fun. he had to keep telling himself that; fun.  

it was one barrier that callen couldn’t seem to cross. he wasn’t a huge advocate for partying, drinking, drugs, all of the above, and he never really would be. but he knew they could work past it. stan could just go out without him most of the time while cal watched movies with his dog by his side. it would be fine like that, at least for him. he wondered sometimes what stan thought about the whole thing, considering cal didn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t the biggest party animal.

      ‘ well, comparatively, ‘ she said with a smile. it wasn’t really hard, to know more about parties than she did. ‘ i will, then. i’m sure you’re right, ‘ she teased. but then liv frowned, a tiny bit offended. she wasn’t a recluse ; she’d been to parties before. it was more that these days, most of the parties she went to were attended solely by children under five. and normally there was a clown of some sort. ‘ no. but i was never really big on this sort of thing even when i did go to parties. ‘ she preferred, well, quiet. but liv wasn’t sure the other girl would understand that.