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theodore laughs, shaking his head once more before laying it against jason’s shoulder. “ you don’t need to worry, though! that’s all i am trying to say. you must already know that it will be popular, right? ” he tries to ease the worry of the other, the familiar scent of his cologne enough to ease his own worries when he’s feeling any. “ how could you even suggest that people won’t like it? that’s really .. prepostorous! ” the male scrunches his nose as he tries not to allow himself to laugh. “ see! and i even used a super specific word for that. so you know i’m serious. ” theodore leans forward and rubs the tip of his nose against jasons’, the familiarity and closeness causing his stomach to flutter. “ don’t even say that, or think it, okay? i like everything you write – even those weird little melodies you conjure up when you’re drunk. ” truth be told, he liked everything about jason, too, but this wasn’t the time nor the situation to bring that up. “ what can i do to help soothe your mind? ”

Fred laughed at her friend’s expression. “Fine fine, no Bridesmaids, I don’t take it personally at all. Kidding, kidding. This is about you, so we can watch whatever you want. So The Half of It works for me.” Honestly, Fred didn’t really give a crap what they put on. They just wanted to get Ina to smile. The thought of Ina being upset in any capacity in turn made Fred upset. Such a wonderful person should never ever be sad, it should be illegal really. Fred grabbed the snack basket they had put together and gently placed it on Ina’s lap before grabbing the tv remote and shuffling into bed next to her. “I made an attempt to get a range of snacks but I have to come clean - my sweet tooth kind of won out, oops. I hope you’re in the mood for candy. If you’re not, I can fix it, just say the word please. Consider me your willing slave tonight, baby.” Fred erupted into laughter at her own silliness, hoping it would elicit some happiness in her friend. 

guilt was never an emotion that dallas was well acquainted with, but that was the only way he could describe the feeling he felt when he looked at petter and listened to them speak. there was an unfamiliar ache in his chest as he was forced to come to terms with the complications that were bound to unfold as their relationship ( if you could call it that ) progressed. a shaky breath fell from his lips as he nodded his head in acknowledgement of the other’s words, fingers carding through his hair in frustration. “i know it’s not fair to you. i know how it feels to only feel needed when it’s convenient. i never wanted to make you feel that way… it’s just… it’s easier.” he was a coward, it was as simple as that. he was always one to take the easy route, even if it hurt others in the process or compromised what he truly desired. but maybe this was his chance to break that toxic cycle. the question on petter’s end gave him pause, his heart thudding against his chest as allowed his gaze to drop toward the ground. “i do.” his voice cracked slightly at the confession. “which just leads to more drinking and panicking, honestly. it’s a cycle that always leads me back to your door or sending you a ‘you up?’ text.” he wet his lips, his mouth feeling incredibly dry. “i’ve never… you’re the first person to make me doubt things to the point i’d risk being open about my sexuality. but, i’m so fucking scared.”

                  jiho  can  only  look  ahead  when  eyes  are  avoided  ,  down  at  the  floor  and  his  dirty  ,  kicked  white  sneakers  from  which  one  of  the  shoelaces  haven’t  been  tied. ‘’  who  are  you  to  know  i’ll  be  okay ?  to  tell  me  i  would  be fine without  you ?  ’’ somewhat  annoyed  , though  not  at  mercedes  but  at  himself  ——  that  they  give  off  the  impression  they’d  be  doing  fine  without  the  other  in  his  life.  jiho  has  been  pushed  away  before  ,  plenty  of  times  as  a  matter  of  fact  , but  he’s  not  one  to  give  up.  not  just  yet.  ‘’  i  will  wait.  i  don’t  mind  waiting.  i’ve  told  you  so  before  ,  mer … because  your  happiness  is  my  happiness. ’’

if    he    thought    about    it    coldly,    maybe    four    months    wasn't    that    long,    but    that    wasn't    the    case,    minhyuk    couldn't    help    but    think    that    four    months    was    an    eternity,    and   maybe    it    was    a    selfish    feeling,    but    how    else    was    he    supposed    to    feel   ?   minhyuk    rests    his    elbows    on    his    knees    and    purses    his    lips.    ❛    that's    a    long    time.    ❜    he    says    softly.    ❛    i’m    gonna    miss    you.    ❜    he    admits    with    a    bit    of    sadness    in    his    words,    trying    to    camouflage    it    with    a    slightly    weak    smile    while    one    of    his    hands    travels    to    one    of    his    shoulders,    giving    him    a    light    squeeze.

It’s often that Reign comes into the café to do their work. She digs the vibe—Reign is certain that being in a public space causes them to work more more efficiently—but also likes being able to order a coffee while she’s at it, rather than having to make on themself. She instantly closes her laptop at Victor’s voice and offers them a smile. “Thanks,” Reign says. They had tried their best to look too disgruntled from the night before, but it seems her effort when unnoticed—she was exhausted. “I knew that smell was coming from something amazing,” she tells him. “I may just have to order like, twenty for the band—wanna split it?”

“ so, you are… gay. this wasn’t an experiment to you,” the mob heir states, staring at him moon-eyed, lips twitching slightly. “what, you think you can just keep something like that a secret? sleep around with guys, believing that none of them is gonna talk? don’t be so fucking naive, dante,” cassius shakes his head, features scrunching up involuntarily at the thought of dante being with another man. what the other male does in his bedroom isn’t any of his concern. it shouldn’t make him feel any type of way, and yet he could feel pangs of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. “ god, just… promise me that you won’t get involved with anyone. it’s too dangerous. you get that, right?”