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klaudia couldn’t stand it when juliet got like this, all hyped up and over-excited about creepy coincidences. it was as if everything fulled her and klaudia was doing her best to deflect it all, including trying to swat her hands away from her fries. “what i would give for you to learn personal space… and to just eat your own food.” she grumbled, shoving a handful of fries into her own mouth just so she’d have a moment to think. she was an expert in skepticism, but it wasn’t like it was hard to say ‘sometimes the forest just be like that’ with a mouthful of food. sure, some elaborately arranged literal stick figures were spooky, but she wasn’t convinced of anything. “i’m not rushing back over there. either it’s nature being weird, or someone’s really creative and you’re eating it up like a dumbass. and you’re gonna get winded if you eat that thing that fast, so don’t even think about it.” 

“and what i would give for you to just let me into your icy cold heart.” she simpered, giving klaudia overly exaggerated puppy dog eyes. the other girl had a point, and juliet knew that she constantly needed to take it down a couple of notches — not that she ever actually did it. still, she wasn’t trying to piss klaudia off, and resolved to not take any more fries for at least the next few minutes. there were bigger problems at hand, anyway. “klaud, you’re such a skeptic. imagine if it is aliens, or bigfoot, or something supernatural. wouldn’t that be life changing?” she gushed, a childlike excitement in her eyes. juliet refused to fully acknowledge it, but she’d be permanently stuck in the clouds if it wasn’t for klaudia dragging her back to reality.

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ZENDAYA 2019 | leaving her hotel in London, UK 

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they’d hit the diner directly after the incident, on juliet’s insistence. she was stealing klaudia’s fries, the sheer adrenaline rush of what they’d stumbled upon fuelling both her hunger and excitement. “i really hope you’re not telling me,” juliet paused for a moment to take a sip of her soda, eyes practically bugging out of her head, “that those sticks were just in some random formation. i mean, come on, klaudia. that was spooky shit!” maybe she’d watched one too many episodes of the x-files, but juliet was adamant that the two of them had encountered something ‘not of this earth’, and was fully prepared to launch a full scale investigation on it. “we’re going back tomorrow, right? or tonight. or right now… i can finish this burger in like, five minutes if you want to go back there.”

give me the stuck up know all princess and the high school dropout fuckboy plot please, i will love you down and send you all the ask memes.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo in The Society (2019—)

Alex Fitzalan in I Miss You (2014)

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they didn’t do this, the whole casual cuddling thing, but stevie had longed for sloane as a bed buddy for too long to keep ignoring the opportunity to be much closer to her. “cool, cool. okay.” she nodded in a very slow, sleepy movement, her eyes closed as her cheek brushed against her upper arm. she hummed quietly in response to her words. “my room actually doesn’t exist right now.” she was barely making any sense, she wasn’t even as tired as she was pretending to be, it was all an excuse to be snuggled up close to her. hell, it was working though, wasn’t it? she was right there next to her. “it’s kinda hot, i don’t mind. plus, if i needed the warmth, you’re right here.” she pointed out, her hand laying flat against the other girl’s stomach, tempted to curl around her frame and pull her closer. not yet. 

sloane was always adamant about the fact that she hated sleeping with other people. their breathing, their body heat — it all just interfered with her sleep. but this was different, stevie’s cheek was warm like the sun, and her breathing sounded peaceful. “well mine is above the rec room, so it can get noisy. i’m too boring to be downstairs playing strip poker with everyone tonight.” she joked, although sloane was pretty certain that was exactly what was going on downstairs. as stevie’s hand lay on her stomach (bare, she slept in a crop top since it was the middle of summer), she gave a soft intake of breath, and hoped that the other girl wouldn’t notice. “yeah, that’s me. your personal space heater for the night.” and maybe tomorrow night too, sloane thought. she wouldn’t hate it if this were a frequent thing.

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stevie had never been the most articulate person. it seemed sometimes there was this thing between between her brain and her mouth that made all the things that came out of her sound just that little bit idiotic. that, however, never stopped her from trying. she’d been staring out the window into the darkness, watching the leaves of a palm tree by their window sway in the summer breeze as she tried to work up the courage to just do something. the bed they shared was big enough for three people, nothing but the best for their group of elite rich kids. she never felt elegant enough with them, especially not with sloane, but god, she wanted to be closer to her. always. she was regretfully obsessed, which had led her to situations she was thankful for, but that had also made her eventually brave enough to move across the white sheets to curl up beside her, a tentative, innocent look on her face. “cool if i sleep right here?” it sounded more cocky than sweet, like she was making some sort of joke. she wasn’t. 

sloane bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle a grin. “i guess.” she gave a delicate shrug of her shoulders, voice nonchalant as though this was an entirely casual occurrence. it wasn’t, and sloane could practically feel butterflies in her stomach — but she was trying her best to remain composed. “i’d hate to make you walk all that way back to your room, stevie.” it was a large mansion they were all staying in, so she wasn’t being entirely facetious, but there was still a playful smile on sloane’s features as she rolled over a little to face the other girl. “you should know in advanced that i’m a cover hog.” the air conditioner was up full blast in sloane’s room, and being under the covers almost felt cosy despite the summer heat outside. “hope that doesn’t change your mind.” she added quietly, still trying to maintain some level of composure.

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