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IT WAS STUPID OF her to be crying in his house. they had gotten into a pretty bad fight, and while she wasn’t one to actually let tears stream down her cheeks (especially when she wasn’t home), she couldn’t help it. he had said some awful things to her, and she was so tired of him treating her like she was garbage, like she was nothing. diana is thankful that she’s wearing waterproof mascara, because her face would be an absolute mess right now if she wasn’t. the blonde gently dabs at her cheeks, before looking down at her hands sadly. that’s when she hears footsteps, and she immediately knows who it is. please don’t come, please don’t come, please don’t come. of course, the pleas in her head aren’t strong enough, because he’s coming to sit right beside her. she doesn’t answer him at first, simply just pushes a strand of her light hair behind her ear and lets out a sniffle, shaking her head at him. “nothing. i’m just... on my period.” she lies, knowing it’s a pretty idiotic thing to say, because of course she wasn’t crying because of that.
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tate loved his brother, he really did. he loved all of his siblings, but…dominic, in particular, could be a real dumbass. he was closest with dominic, the two of them even opting to be roommates after they moved out of their family home. of course, this meant that he knew more about dom than necessary. this meant that he heard every argument between dom and whoever he was dating, and it drove tate crazy. his brother’s most recent girlfriend was someone tate vibed with in particular, sharing small smiles and quiet jokes with the girl when she wasn’t busy fighting with his brother. he was already cringing as he tiptoed into the living room, only to find her crying. “hey,” he whispered, sitting next to her on the couch and ignoring the obvious awkward tension. “are you okay?”
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reblog this with the first celebrity crush you remember ever having in the tags
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i owe so many replies but i just cba to do them today i will try again tomorrow
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luca  didn’t  get  this—he  didn’t LIKE  it.  what  the  hell  was  happening? he  felt  as  though  he  had  just  gotten  whiplash from  everything  that  just  happened, and  it  happened so  fast.  it  was  almost as  though  emiliano was  cinderella  who  needed  to  get  back  before  the  clock  struck midnight  or  else  the  horses would  turn  into  mice  again  … only, this  didn’t  feel  as  enchanted as  the  fairy  tale  did.  it  was  cold,  bitter and  the  promise of  a  happy  ending  was  no  where  to  be  found  on  the  upcoming pages.  it  was  becoming  more  apparent  that  luca  had  did  something wrong  and  he  wanted  to  make  it  right  but—he didn’t  even  know  where  he  went  amiss. though  emilianos  attitude did  seem  to  shift  again  he  asked  him  the  question  about  his  scar  …  the  others  words  only  made  his  heart  break  more  and  his  eyebrows  furrowed as  his  grip  on  the  other  finally loosened  up.  did  luca  mistake there  to  be  something  between them  that  the  other  hadn’t? luca  felt  as  though  he  had  just  been  slapped in  the  face  and  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  say  something—anything—nothing  was  coming  out  of  his  mouth.  what  was  he  even  supposed to  do?  suddenly, he  realized  how  cold  the  ocean  really was  and  the  heaviness  of  the  waves  that  crashed into  him.  luca  was  quick  to  follow after  the  other  as  he  made  his  way  to  the  shore, practically  running  and  having  his  underwear  on  backwards  from  wanting  to  catch  the  other  before he  left.  no, he  didn’t  want  to  spend  time  with  emiliano’s  ‘  annoying  ‘  cousin,  and  no,  spending the  night  at  the  others apartment  when  god  knows  it  probably  smelled like  bleach  and  old  food  wasn’t  his  top  choice  …  but  he  did  want  to  stay  with  emiliano …  and  if  he  were  being  honest, his  want  to  stay  with  the  other  was  bigger then  his  dislike  for  their  apartment “  emiliano  look—“ .  luca  made  his  way  to  stand  in  front  of  the  other,  reaching to  place  his  hands  on  his  shoulders to  slow  and  stop  him  as  he  looked  at  the  other  with  a  pained  and  concerned  expression, his  clothes  only  haphazardly  thrown on.  “  if  i  did  something  to  offend  you  or  made  you  uncomfortable  then  from  the  bottom  of  my  heart, i  am  sorry. hurting  you  was  the  last  thing  that  i  intended and  i’m  so  sorry,  i’m  sorry  for  putting  my  nose  into  something  that’s none  of  my  business.  but  i  just  want  you  to  know  that  i  care  about  you  and  that  i’m  here  for  you.  i  want  you  to  know  that  you  can  tell  me  anything and  it  will  only  make  me  love  you  more  …  and  will  all  due  respect–“ he  moved  his  hands  to  cup  the  others  cheeks, bringing  him  closer to  his  own  face.  “  you  have  no  right  to  tell  me  what  i will or  won’t  do,  baby.  so now, i will drive you back to your apartment and —- stay with you. i will wrap my arms around you and not say a word and i will be okay because i will be with you and that is enough for me  if  that’s  what  you  want. ” luca spoke rather quietly and firmly, fully believing every single word that was coming out of his mouth.
EMILIANO COULDN’T DENY THAT he felt like a shitty person for pushing luca away like that. he knew that he didn’t mean any harm and was probably just curious, like most people were, but he was very defensive about all his scars, and that was just a scar that luca had seen, compared to all the others he had that were hidden away. the brunette was aware of the fact that his scars bought on questions, questions he had no intentions of answering. he wanted to keep that part of himself buried because it depressed him to no end, the fact that his own parents, the two people who are supposed to love and accept you when no one else does, well... didn’t. they disowned him and sent him here, they wanted nothing to do with him, he was the family embarrassment, and that honestly hurt him more than he would ever let anyone know. not even his cousin, his best friend, was aware of how much of an impact his parents had on him. of course he liked that luca was so caring and compassionate, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. the italian male had a tendency of pushing people away after what had happened to him – he didn’t want a relationship after everything he’s lived through, and he hoped luca knew that. of course he was cute, and hot, and sexy, and emiliano liked kissing him more than he would probably ever admit, but he simply wasn’t ready. without much hesitation, he starts walking, sand getting into his shoes, and it’s not long before luca is coming right after him. he wants to push past him when he stands in front of him and places his hands on his shoulders, but his words make him think about it twice, and he refrains. he sounds so sincere and genuine, and honestly? his words just make him feel terrible. of course he didn’t mean to be a dick, but he was honestly just terrified of falling in love again, and it scared him because he could definitely see himself falling for luca, and falling hard. suddenly, his expression softens as luca’s hands cup his cheeks, eyes boring into his. “i...” he trails off, unsure of what he was even going to say. when he says ‘love you more’, he’s honestly stunned, left completely quiet for a moment, blinking several times. “look, you didn’t do anything wrong. i just... i do this. a lot. i’m sorry.” he says, continuing to walk, but now walking alongside him. his apartment was a few blocks away, so driving definitely wasn’t necessary. he enjoyed walking too, it cleared his mind of many things. “it’s okay luca, you don’t have to drive me. it’s just a few blocks away. i walk here all the time. it’s really relaxing.” emiliano informs him, smiling softly. maybe luca wasn’t such a fan of walking like he was, not everyone was about that life. honestly, he was just hoping his cousin was asleep. he definitely didn’t want luca to deal with that. “i want that... if that’s what you want. i mean, i’m just hoping my cousin is asleep. i don’t want you to meet him and have to deal with his shit, but i do wanna cuddle with you.” he knows he shouldn’t, his mind is screaming at him not to, but he reaches for luca’s hand, and intertwines their fingers as they’re walking. oh no, he definitely doesn’t want to be with him, but his hands are so soft and they fit in his perfectly, and he really just wants to hold it. they’re almost there too, one more block left. he knew luca would probably hate their decorations, and he knew his cousin definitely hadn’t cleaned up, but he wasn’t ashamed. it was home after all, they just lived different lives.
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“You are a little scary.”
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   he let’s out the quietest of huffs , taking the time to rearrange the small collection of cacti. patting the light coating of dirt residue off of small hands , frowning at now soiled appendages. keeping in mind to give them a thorough wash , once back in the safety of his home. cyrus cautiously straightens back to stand correctly , fidgeting in spot as emiliano continues speaking.  “ oo-oh-kay. uuhmm …. i’ll be …. right back? ” he’s shuffling back into his home , stopping firstly to clean hands , then to change into more casual clothing. making quick work of packing some key belongings into a small backpack , and stepping back out. tousled messy curls partially hid from view , due to backward placed snapback. “ mmmhhm …. no? i …. whatever … you like?” he offers weakly at the question of food , taking the time to lock the front door. “ i’m … not picky? ” a little white lie , he was extremely picky. overly so. but he doesn’t want to cause any more inconvenience. he stands awkwardly by his door , uncertain of what to do next.
  “ aahhrrm …. whenever … you’re ready. i’ll …. i’ll follow after you? ” cyrus offers with a nervous little stutter , eyes darting around this way and that , but never making contact with emiliano. “we’re …. gonna …. take the tram? if so , we should go now. before it’s too crowded , please. ” he hates crowds with every fiber in him , preferring to walk whatever the distance , so long as he wasn’t surrounded by so many people. especially in such a small space.
“OKAY, TAKE YOUR TIME.” emiliano says, leaning against the brick wall of his home. he fishes his phone out of his pocket, and texts his cousin real quick. io vado afferrare il auto, he types up, before clicking send. he didn’t even know why he sent out that message, because he already had the keys in his back pocket. sooner rather than later, his phone buzzes. he can’t help but laugh at his cousin’s response, a simple middle finger emoji. classic. the brunette puts his phone into his other pocket, running a hand through his hair. honestly, he didn’t even know why he was doing this. emiliano was never this generous with anyone ever, but he’s also never met anyone like him before. he was so incredibly shy, most people he knew were the exact opposite. loud, obnoxious, exhibit a being his cousin of course. he could be pretty loud himself too, especially when he was drunk, but he would save that for another day. when he comes back, emiliano shakes his head. “nah, see, you look picky. i can see it in your eyes,” he’s teasing, of course, “no, but really, take a pick at what you want. i’m super italian so i’ll probably say something basic like pasta or pizza.” it was funny how he said he was super italian, as if it wasn’t obvious with his accent.
he starts walking alongside cyrus, digging for the keys in his back pocket. “no we’re not. i have a car. i mean, a car i share with my idiotic cousin, but a car regardless.” he opens up the door for him, before heading towards the drivers side, sitting and putting his chair back. god, was his cousin short. they always had this problem with the seat, literally always. emiliano hands him the aux chord. “here, play something. if you want. i would but it would probably be something in italian so... yeah.” he turns on the car, turning on the ac.
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Another party going on at Hunter’s house and another party that Santiago was humiliated in front of the others. The boy just wanted a moment close to his boyfriend, but he was swept away with a push and offensive words. Unable to stop his crying, he ran to the bathroom where he sat on the toilet, covering his face with his hands. The pain in his soul was enormous and he found himself thinking again because he was still with Hunter when the bathroom door opened, startling Santiago who tried to clean his face as quickly as possible. “No, it’s fine, I’m fine.” He tried to smile, standing up to try to get out. “Nothing happened, don’t worry.”
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IF HE WAS SOBER, he honestly would have let it go, turned the other cheek, but a slightly tipsy niccolo was different. he wanted to know what happened so badly, even though he already had an idea as to what santiago was going to say. why else would he be crying? niccolo has seen the way hunter treats him, and even though that’s his best friend, it makes him want to punch him in the face. niccolo locked the door as soon as he saw him get up, now leaning against it. “santiago, you’re not,” he tells him, as if it’s obvious. he takes a step towards him, oceanic colored eyes looking back at him with an understanding expression, “look, please... tell me what happened. i’m not gonna leave you here crying in the bathroom during a party. talk to me.” his voice is sincere, because he actually wants to see him smile. niccolo always had a crush on the other, but never acted on it, because of course, that was hunter's boyfriend, and they were best friends. still, just because they would never happen, doesn't mean he doesn't want to help him.
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  hands momentarily tighten their grip on slim hips , arms encircling around the other’s waist , in an attempt to keep him firmly in place. sighing frustratedly when said attempt is thwarted , and he’s now left glaring at the boy. “ are you fucking serious , case? no , i don’t want to watch that garbage , of a show. ” the words practically a snarl , as hand pass-through tousled hair. soren has zero doubts , that casey is doing this all intentionally. he isn’t a fan of the little cat and mouse game , and is more often than not , tempted to just have his way with him. for now though , he’ll allow it to continue. let casey enjoy what limited power , he holds. “ you’re such a fucking tease , i hate you. do whatever the fuck you want , i’m going out back to smoke. ” soren unlaces their hands , reaching instead for lighter and pack of cigarettes. fully expecting the boy to trot after him , like a lost puppy. “ bring the laptop and come out with me then , since you wanna watch it so bad. ” he throws over his shoulder carelessly. a silent request for the boy’s company , while sitting outside. 
OF COURSE HE KNEW soren would get pissed off. he’s been trying to get in his pants for a while now, just for casey to throw it back in his face. sure, he’d kiss him, blow him even, but truth be told, he was a little scared of having sex with him. he’s never had sex with anyone before, and knowing soren’s attitude, he would assume he’s anything but gentle in bed, which just intimidates him even more. it’s not just the fact that he bullied him that makes casey turn away from the idea, but it’s also because he’s pretty inexperienced. he rolls his eyes at the other’s words, letting out a scoff. “oh, you hate me now? bullshit. i know you’re just dying to get in my pants.” he states, knowing his mouth is probably going to get him into shit he can’t get himself out of, but he has an attitude, that was for sure. casey was no longer that shy boy in school, that part of him was dead and gone. the mention of cigarettes causes him to make a face. casey hates smoking of any sort, and he’s sure soren knows this. “if you think for a second that i’m about to follow you outside and watch you provoke lung cancer on yourself because you’re hot, you’re sadly mistaken, soren. you know i hate when you smoke.” he crosses his arms over his chest, sitting on the couch, but turning to look towards him on the balcony. “you’re so stupid.” and hot, but he keeps that bit to himself.
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MAXENCE GOT UP EXTRA early to jog two miles, came back, showered and cleaned up, and now here he was, downstairs, eating milk and cereal, standing up in the kitchen because all the seats were taken. it was loud, like always, and was javy really smoking pot this early? jesus. however, his morning was made when he saw nate come downstairs. of course, he lovingly smiled back at him, licking his lips as he took another spoonful of cereal. he wasn’t one to talk with a mouthful, so after he swallowed, he jumped onto the counter and asked, “slept good?” he certainly did, since they were cuddling all night. of course he’s not going to say that, though.
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Nathan woke up for another day at the fraternity with the other boys screaming outside in the hall, making him think again why he was there. After changing clothes and cleaning in the bathroom, Nate went downstairs, going to the kitchen for breakfast and coming face to face with Maxence already there. A loving but discreet smile was given to the other before looking for something to eat.
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your oldest oc meets your newest oc
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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016
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i just want a plot where it’s two rich kids who live in neighboring estates and their families always throw parties together and they have vacation homes in the same spots and their elite parents are too busy to notice when they sneak off to fuck in that second guest bathroom that no one uses or get high in the back library and makeout
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DAISY WAS SPENDING THE night with his mother, meanwhile he was here at this party, music pumping, people smoking, dancing, kissing, a typical banger. it’s fun at first, sure, but after a while, niccolo needs some time alone, even if it’s just a few minutes. the first thing that comes to his mind is heading towards the bathroom. however, as soon as he opens the door, he realizes it’s occupied, by none other than santiago. “shit! i’m sorry, i wasnt–” he pauses, realizing the other was crying, “are you okay?” that was a stupid question, of course he wasn’t, “why are you crying?” he shuts the door, not really planning on leaving unless he tells him what happened.
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