#lustafters

@inafuturewithyou Yasemin .C ©

“you say that you want to be with me now but when you know my past that will change and before you say you don’t need to know --- you do. i wouldn’t feel comfortable starting a relationship with anyone that didn’t know, though i haven’t told anyone either because i have just sort of avoided commitment.” @lustafters​​

     𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. parties made him anxious. people made him anxious... and just because his brother was throwing a party didn’t mean any of that went away. while his parents had left the two o’malley brothers to their own devices, they’d actually encouraged his elder brother to throw the party — cedric theorized that it was in hopes of getting him out of his own shell, though his parents would deny that at any costs in an attempt to make him feel better about himself... ( spoiler alert: it didn’t. ) he’s sipping slowly the god-awful liquor in his red solo cup. he still didn’t understand why anyone drank this shit — it tasted like hell on earth. he lingers around the kitchen, trying to devise an escape route somehow without his brother seeing. he sighs as he realizes there’s no use. he might as well just socialize. his eyes scan the room for someone with a friendly face, but he’s not sure he’s too fond of anyone. they all looked terrifying... well, everyone but the curly haired boy in the corner. intrigued, cedric makes his way over to him with all the awkwardness of a newborn pony. he saunters up to the boy, a soft smile on his face. “ hey, ” he greets. “ i haven’t seen you around here before, ” cedric semi-lies. he hadn’t seen him before, but then again, it wasn’t like he was regularly going to his brother’s shindigs. “ how do you know ben ?? ” cedric questions, arching a brow... definitely curious as to how his brother knew all these people.

I DON’T LIKE PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE GAMES, VALERIA. she has to resist the urge to scoff, to roll her eyes as if he’s told her the most ridiculous thing he could possibly tell her and although she’s known to have a flare for the dramatics, that might actually be the case this time. as if. somehow, the brunette manages to maintain her composure ─── brow arching as she regards him, inching closer to the male. cynicism is written across her features, but with it, there was a hint of determination that bordered on superiority. of course she didn’t believe him ─── she had no reason to, given their track record. “ is it the game that you don’t like, ” a brief pause and she leans even closer, too caught up in the moment to realize she was way into his personal space. “ or the fact that someone’s playing it on your level? ” // @lustafters​ - plotted.

HARLEY: so... the “breakup” HARLEY: i mean i know i’m biased but it was pretty convincing to me HARLEY: i think you deserve an oscar, personally HARLEY: you think they bought it?

                    it was just one morning that he woke up, feeling differently about his best friend, in spite of planning to make amends with his ex-girlfriend, danielle. he had been so good to robbie that wren was always left with such awe and fondness over the social media influencer, wanting to see where this leaves them. he shoots a text to his ex that he could no longer make it, heading back to pull his car in the driveway of his apartment. his son ought to be asleep by now, which means he could spend this time with cornelius --- or so he thought, when he unlocks their front door to reveal his best friend on the couch with somebody else. wren was like a deer caught in headlights, lips quivering at the sight, hands fidgeting by his sides, right until they’ve noticed his presence. his eyes lock onto cornelius’, a tight-lipped smile creeping onto his features, “ i didn’t go. i . . . sorry for barging in like this. “ he didn’t know why he was the one adjusting to leave his own home, but there was that aching feeling in his heart that has him bolting right out as he quietly weeps underneath the darkened sky. @lustafters

he’s never been afraid to call people out & assert his dominance. olive didn’t have enough time for pleasantries and fake kindness, especially when he had a job to do as important as this one. “you think this is a fuckin’ joke? people want your family dead, so quit being foolish.” for the most part this assignment he was, not for the kid’s well-being but because, should anything go wrong, olive would pay the price. possibly more so than when he wasn’t babysitting. it felt like he’d been demoted.