#distantxdaydreams

@distantxdaydreams / the devil works hard but i work harder when we joke about plots

"you're being so dramatic. i'm not asking you to marry me, just to pretend we're still a happy couple for a week tops." / @distantxdaydreams

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In the week since that night had happened, Elliot had done entirely too good of a job of avoiding Clara. He knew it wouldn’t help matters, but what the hell was he supposed to say to her after he’d let things go so far?  They may not have actually taken any of their clothes off, but that loophole hardly held the same conviction in the light of day. He felt...wrong. Like one of those perverted older men who took advantage of the young, pretty girls they hired. He couldn’t face her. And so far, he’d been lucky — he was on the phone when she walked by his office, she was cleaning up Gabe’s dinner mess when he tucked into the kitchen to grab his own, he lingered in his bedroom in the morning until he knew she was in the shower. He’d managed, thus far, for one of them to be occupied anytime they were actually within speaking distance of each other. But the streak had to end, and end it did when he came home late that night to find her asleep on the couch, curled up beneath a fluffy throw. He couldn’t leave her. It was an expensive and sleek piece of furniture, great to look at, but he knew it wasn’t comfortable. With a sigh, Elliot set his briefcase on the floor and shrugged out of his jacket, laying it over the armchair as he stepped towards the sleeping girl. “Clara?” he said softly. He reached up to touch her shoulder gently, hesitating for just a moment before promptly ignoring the way his skin buzzed when it came in contact with hers. “Clara, sweetheart? Hey, let’s get you to bed.” he whispered gently.

“tj? how do you know where i live?” addie of the past would have slammed the door in his face and seethed for a week about the idea of having to see him, let alone having to see him sober. but something had shifted -- it was something a little less than hatred, yet not quite at the point of her liking him. they snuck off at parties together, hidden in bedrooms or closets or secluded backyards to get drunk off his lips, returning to the crowds with a newly wrinkled dress and thighs held tight together until she could clean herself up. they had a system, but she never saw him as a friend or anything more, and never expected him to show u at her front door. especially looking like that. fingers wrap around his wrist to tug him inside, door kicked shut behind them. “what the fuck happened to your face, you fuck someone’s girlfriend again?” there was the hint of concern, but it wasn’t something she let breach the surface. “i have a first aid kit, come on.”

“I know it’s your brother’s birthday but what if we ditched this party and go have a little fun of our own? I doubt he’ll notice we’re gone. What do you say, little O’Hara?” @distantxdaydreams​ 

micah knew he shouldn’t be there, he hadn’t been invited to their wedding because he wasn’t exactly their friend and their soon-to-be partner didn’t know of his existence. but, even with the fact their last time together had been made clear, that neither of them wanted it to go further than sex and they should move on to people who could be more than fuck buddies, he could feel the jealousy coursing through hi veins. he had waited until they were alone before sneaking into the private room they’d been given to get ready in. “don’t you look just... perfect.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, do you realize that?” Twyla huffed as she all but slammed the bathroom door behind them and made sure the tell tale click of the lock sounded off. The people who had been waiting outside for their turn shouted after the pair of them, but the blonde didn’t care. He needed medical attention - however minor - and in her opinion that won out over the drunk girl who needed to pee. She could find somewhere else for all she cared. The bushes outside were surely available. Twyla practically shoved TJ against the counter despite how fragile she looked to be and without further explanation she began to rummage through the things in the medicine cabinet. This was a frat house, surely there had to be some first aid somewhere! “You didn’t have to do that you know...”