#matchies

please end it for me, in the worst case scenario ...

💐 sayaka • mami • kyoko

✧.° and if sometimes you feel for your love, send a little heart for her；and she'll be there for you with her love, waiting only for you!

Tagging y’all right back, as well as @onionjuggler @mars-colony @the-gay-wardens @inquisitoracorn @halwardpavushatersclub and @fandomn00blr

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“Isn’t that...” 

He was looking across the street, towards the patio of a larger, newer, more expensive bar that had recently opened up and raised the property values on the street enough to close down Taren’s favourite record store, and when Taren followed his gaze, there he was. There he was with a tall, golden-haired and muscular man, leaning in over their table and making eyes at him over a tall glass of something that was probably expensive. 

Taren flushed, muttered “yep,” and took a long, deep drink of his own cheap beer. 

Thom kept watching the scene unfold across the street, Dorian’s hand on the other man’s knee, smirking and winking or whatever it was he was doing — Taren only glanced over and then quickly away again — getting up, walking away from their table with his arm around the other man’s back, pausing a few paces away to light the other man’s cigarette, his hand still finding ways to make subtle contact with the other man’s waist — Taren kept looking and then quickly glancing away, while Thom said, “well that’s…” shook his head, “want to head inside?” 

Taren shook his head. He didn’t care. He’d had one drink with Dorian and he had one coffee scheduled and he wasn’t at all under any illusions as to what finding dates through Matchsies was all about, so he really didn’t care. He glanced quickly over at them again, the other man was actually taller than Dorian, and very good looking, in a white bread sort of way; square-jawed and clean cut and dressed about as stylishly, though in a more subtle way, as Dorian. Dorian looked up and across the street too, and when his eye caught Taren’s looking back, he smirked. He maybe even winked. Taren blushed, dumbly raised his hand in a halfhearted wave, and looked back at Thom, who appeared to be in competing states, trying very hard not to laugh while eyeing him with concern.