𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 .

these are my mutuals. they know who they are

peter yeong (charles melton fc) — thirty5. doctor. pinterest.

peter yeong (charles melton fc) — thirty5. doctor. pinterest.

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“ oh,  god,  no— ”  she  realizes  he  might  have  misinterpreted  the  shock  on  her  face,  features  immediately  softening  with  a  shake  of  her  head,  “ it’s  not  that. ”  she’s  only  surprised,  and  relieved,  an  indescribable  respite  blooming  in  her  chest  at  the  sight  of  him  —  alive  and  at  her  doorstep.  “ i  was  just  surprised  to  see  you,  that’s  all. ”  stepping  back,  she  opens  the  door  wider,  encouraging  him  into  her  space. 

"i hope it's a good surprise," beckett jokes awkwardly as he steps in, and the smell of the house immediately takes him back to when they were kids. when the gleaming pool in the backyard was an exciting memory, instead of a painful one. "you look well." he means it. though adelaide's always had an aura of melancholy about her -- one that matched his own, she seems... different. happier. and a thought hits him that maybe it's because he hasn't been around. "how's uh, how's evelyn? i heard she got into college. i bet she's got those frat guys eating out of the palm of her hand."

his  question  stumps  her  a  little,  though  she  doesn’t  reveal  the  bemusement  on  her  features.  he  might  have  halted  his  notes,  but  they  were  still  in  a  dressing  room  full  of  people  —  her  makeup  artist,  hairstylist,  agent,  publicist.  fully aware she  was  still  expected  to  give  an  answer  that  would  be  deemed  satisfactory.  “ halloway’s  an  amazing  director, ”  one  of  the  best  in  the  industry,  “ i’ll  take  any  opportunity  to  work  with  him. ”  her  response  sounds  a  bit  rehearsed,  and  knowing  wells,  he’s  bound  to  see  right  through  it.  so  she’ll  make  an  indirect  request  for  everyone  else  in  the  trailer  to  step  out,  “ i’d  like  to  catch  up  with  my  friend. ”  she  reaches  over  to  give  his  hand  a  squeeze,  acknowledging  him  with  a  winning  smile.  “ why  don’t  we  take  a  ten ? ”

wells knows a media trained answer when he hears one, and he takes it in stride. you can never be too careful in a set. especially when you're an actor just about to get your big break. "for sure. so we can expect more of this partnership, then." decides not to follow up until all of the staff is already exiting the trailer, squeezing her hand back, playing up their friendship (is that what they have?) to the others. and the minute the last one closes the door, wells is back on his tracks, like a hound. "so how big is the nightmare?" decides to pour himself a little bit of leftover coffee from the pot. "should i make an exposee on him? you know i never disclose a source."

she’s  frozen  in  her  spot,  features  twisted  into  a  panic-struck  look  that  depicts  her  anxieties  on  full  display.  never  one  to  deceive,  with  a  guarded  upbringing  shielding  and  confining  her  worldview,  she  reassures  the  other  with  certitude,  “ i  won’t.  i  promise  i  won’t  tell  anybody.  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  me. ”  perhaps  it’s  her  nerves  prompting  her  to  ramble  more  than  usual,  her  concerned  gaze  falling  upon  mikey’s  hand  which  appears  to  have  been  wounded  amidst  the  act.  “ but, are  you  okay ? ”

mikey's untrusting by nature, but something in the other's tone reassures them. they know immediately that they can trust grace, even though it seems impossible. mikey's taken aback by her question, not even registering until that moment that there was a deep cut across their palm. the pain stings all at once. "fuck," they wrap their hand in their shirt, staining it irreparably forever. a humorless laughter erupts from their lips. "you just -- are you even real?" the question's not meant to be a dig. "you saw me... doing all of that. and you ask me if i'm okay?" unable to wrap their head around it, mikey just snorts. "yeah, it'll be fine, i just need to get stitched up."

another  sting  of  her  dismissal,  another  kick  in  the  teeth,  as  julien  repudiates  their  relationship  —  if  she  could  even  call  it  that.  it  becomes  painfully  clear  in  that  moment  the  two  of  them  held  the  events  that  transpired  on  different  levels  of  importance.  to  her ?  special.  close  to  her  heart.  cherished.  but  to  julien ?  perhaps  it  had  meant  nothing.  it’s  a  hard  pill  to  swallow,  but  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  she’s  misplaced  her  affection,  prone  to  loving  a  thing  that  didn’t  love  her  back.  an  emotional  masochism  of  sorts,  like  she  needed  it  to  hurt  to  know  it  was  real.  “ right, ”  she  acknowledges  her  own  misuse  of  the  word,  “ i  didn’t  mean  it  ..  like  that.  i  just  meant,  i’m  okay,  to  go  on  and— ”  pretend.  act  like  nothing  ever  happened.  words  that  get  stuck  in  her  throat  as  she  becomes  achingly  conscious  of  how  to  approach  this  while  minimizing  the  setbacks.  “ it’ll  be  strictly  professional.  you’ll  be  provided  with  everything  you  need, ”  money,  meals,  accommodation,  “ for  the  next  eight  months. ”  she  finds  julien’s  eyes,  a  silent  plea  reflected  behind  her  own  gaze.  “ i  really  want  you  to  join  us,  julien.  we  all  do. ” 

julien sets her jaw as she hears harper's proposal. it's weird, hearing her go through it so robotically, but this is what julien wanted, wasn't it? tries to tell herself that. and strictly professionally speaking, it was a great offer. good enough to stop the little voice in her head that sounded just like her mother's saying she would never get far in life with this lifestyle choice of hers. "ok," julien concedes. whether because it's a good opportunity or because harper seems on the brink of tears, and she can't handle being the reason for such. "ok, i'll do it." all she needs to do is just... get a grip. setting boundaries is a great way to start. it seems like harper is already doing so, so she tries to feel reassured. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be an asshole." gaze flickers between the other's frame and her own hands. "can i at least buy you a drink? as an apology."

wants  to  tell  him  maybe  he  shouldn’t  really  feel  sorry  for  her,  that  she  wasn’t  even  sure  what  she’d  been  looking  for  after  all  these  years.  a  death  certificate?  a  father  who  had  abandoned  his  two  children  without  thinking  twice?  the  new  family  he’d  built  while  they  had  to  live  with  his  absence?  none  of  the  answers  really  made  her  feel  better  when  it  came  down  to  it.  “it’s  actually  quite  pathetic  going  around  and  asking  about  a  man  no  one  seems  to  know,  i  don’t  think  i’ll  miss  that”  shrugs  her  shoulder,  picking  on  a  napkin  before  tearing  it  apart  in  the  middle.  “it  was  fun  for  a  while,”  living  outside  the  limits  of  their  hometown,  meeting  people  that  didn’t  know  her  brother  before  they  knew  her.  meeting  people  who  didn’t  see  her  as  the  girl  left  behind  or  the  girl  raised  by  her  brother  —  even  when  they  shared  the  same  age.  “meeting  new  people  and  seeing  new  places,  that’s  fun”  continues,  trailing  off  to  his  comment,  tongue  wetting  her  lips  as  she  pulls  some  air  in.  “why  would  you  get  in  the  way?”  it’s  honest,  and  she  regrets  it  when  realization  waves  through  her,  pink  heats  her  cheeks  once  again  and  there’s  a  slight  shake  of  head.  “i  wasn’t  really  focusing  on  that”  shrugs  her  shoulders,  straightening  in  the  kitchen  chair  and,  for  a  split  moment,  wishing  patrick  would  back  in  to  serve  as  a  buffer.  but  then,  she  wants  to  ask  what  exactly  he  means  by  that;  if  he’d  been  going  out  with  someone  while  she  was  gone,  if  he  was  in  love.  “seemed  like  you  and  patrick  were  just  fine  without  me,  i  was  getting  a  little  jealous”  forces  a  laugh  up  her  throat,  smile  poised  though  there’s  something  warm  blooming  in  her  chest.  “i’m  happy  to  be  back  too,  though”

stings to hear her put it so plainly. for a long time growing up, grayson struggled between wishing for a fate like the siblings' instead of his terrible relationship with his mother. he had settled that it was better to grow up with indifference than the way she treated him. but maybe he had it all wrong. how could anyone reject their child? hell, how could anyone reject aurora? he looks at her and all he wants to do is promise he'll never do it, he'll never abandon her. but he can't bring himself to form the words, it seems like whenever he says something, it always comes out wrong. so instead, he takes her hand to give it a delicate squeeze. "if it's any consolation, maybe him staying would be worse." grayson trails off, red tinting his face when she responds to the question that had been plaguing his mind all this time. "oh, yeah, it's just... silly of me to think that." though he can't quite explain how his heart beats wildly in his chest when he gets the negative. tries not to read into it, but maybe he didn't wait around for nothing. "oh, it sucked." allows himself to be completely honest. "i love your brother, but it was starting to get depressing. i was about to get on a plane and bring you back myself."

jolene let out a short breath that wasn't quite a laugh, eyes dropping to her glass. "jury's still out," she said quietly, turning it slow against the bartop. she glanced at him sideways, just for a second. "why, you looking for reassurance?" the corner of her mouth pulled up, but it didn't quite reach anything else. "little late for that, don't you think." she looked back down at her drink, thumb tracing the rim. "ask me again after another one of these."

"nah, just wondering if it's that easy for everyone to notice." dean settles for another swig of his beer to hide his disappointment in himself, though he'd say it's pretty apparent. "well, if you think that's gonna change your mind," points to the glass in her hand, "i'd say you're not much better than me." dean tries for a joke, but a deep sigh escapes him. "i just thought," he runs a hand through his hair, despondent. "i just thought she was the one. maybe. like, i had hope. just goes to show you that blonde men can't have nice things."

she's playing with a pearl necklace between her fingertips , eyes sharp despite the delicacy surrounding them . "and let you have all the fun ?" head shakes as she pushes off the table in the room to approach them , "i think sharing is caring . if you want me to keep my mouth shut , we both run this little project together ."

nic contemplates it for a second, but there's not a lot of cons to weigh in. sure, his cut of the job would be smaller, but nic's the kind who likes to spread the wealth. "okay, fair enough," beckons her closer, because now he's in full planning mode. "see that old goose over there?" a quick flicker of his gaze to show her who he means. lowers his voice to lay out his quickly put together scheme, "that watch is worth a pretty penny. all that i'm missing is a distraction, y'know? that's where you come in." hopes that she can pull it off, because nic really needs this money or else he'll be sleeping in his junk of a car for the forseeable future. "what do you say?"

“oh no, i’m not hungry.” in fact, the thought of eating right now sort of makes her feel ill. “i’ll… i’ll find a new place as soon as i can, i promise. i won’t bother you for long, i just couldn’t go back to my parents.” she had jumped at the first chance she had to move out of that hell house and with hindsight, maybe that was part of the problem. she was so damn desperate for a reprieve that she rushed into something unstable and now, she’s paying the price. because when has anything in este’s life ever gone her way? still, she knows she’d rather be homeless than live with those people again. “you won’t even know i’m here.”

"it's fine, whatever you need." fincher nods, and tries not to think about how back when they were friends this phrase got tossed around. fincher knew that, no matter what, they would always show up for each other. until este stopped showing up at all. "that's not... you don't have to do that," he says quietly. "i just mean that i'm here for you, and it's no bother at all to have you here." a beat, then he finally settles on prying a bit, because he feels like maybe she needs to discuss it with someone. "do you want to talk about it? did he -- he didn't do anything to hurt you, right? physically, i mean."

"and i'm telling you now that this is bullshit," the brunette retorts, annoyance clear all over delicate features. "it can't go on, or you don't want it to go on? because those are two different things, fincher." maybe she should have expected it, both had high demanding jobs on the spotlight so keeping this a secret was double edged sword. one that was finally starting to draw blood from the very heart of whatever they had spent the last six months building.

"it's not bullshit, are you kidding me right now?" takes a deep breath to calm down, because he can't think like this. heart races in his chest and he feels the too familiar start of anxiety clawing its way out of his body. sits down, because he suddenly feels dizzy. this is exactly what he was afraid of when they started this. hockey was the only thing he was good at. not great, like his father would always remind him, but good enough. and he couldn't risk losing it. but fincher doesn't want to lose her either, and it seems like he's going down that exact path. "i want it to go on," fincher manages to get out, before he's taking another steadying breath. "but i can't have everything i worked for be, i don't know, ignored. because we're together."

he knew the game almost as good as she did . while she was a conniving whore , he was an insufferable bastard . maybe that's why they worked so well together , but she'll deny the fact should anyone ever ask . "just because your heads been temporarily turned by a dead end road doesn't mean your dick isn't vying for me ." corner of her mouth lifts and she'll take that opportunity to plant her ass right in his lap , taking advantage of the cigarette in her possession and inhaling the smoke again . only to exhale the cloud into his face this time , "but the floor's yours , rutherford . try to deny it all you want , i can feel your bullshit already ."

"wow," elio stands there for a moment, mouth open in mock surprise. "i didn't know you were trying your hand at poetry, kelly. i'm impressed." but words are cheap and the physical reaction of his body to hers is enough to show that she's right. this is exactly why they can never escape this cycle, and maybe elio doesn't even want to. his hand travels down her body to rest on her waist. "bullshit, huh?" dark eyebrows lift in challenge, and elio plants a trail of kisses to her jaw, down to the length of her neck and her collarbone. "you know, i missed your smell." tone is earnest, almost sweet, and then he breaks the contact between her skin and his lips, switching places with her so he's standing up. "what is it again? desperation?"