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"i'm stone cold sober.... bitch."

“ why are you so afraid of trusting this— trusting us. what’s making you hold back? ” @gldnhour

peyton paced the room, the creaking floorboards echoing the tumult in her mind. she glanced at her phone, half-expecting a message that never came. the weight of the unspoken words pressed on her chest, demanding release. "i knew this was a mistake," she blurted out as she dialed the familiar number. the line rang, each tone an agonizing reminder of the impending conversation. when they finally answered, she took a shaky breath. "what are we doing?" she asked, her voice betraying a mix of frustration and vulnerability. the question hung in the air, the silence on the other end amplifying the intensity of her words. she continued, the words pouring out as if she couldn't hold them back any longer. "we can't keep doing this. it's tearing me apart." her voice wavered, baring the raw emotion that she had suppressed for far too long. the distant sounds of the party outside seemed to fade away as she confronted the reality of their situation. "i never meant for it to get this complicated," she confessed, her tone a desperate plea for understanding. the weight of her words hung in the air, a heavy silence enveloping the conversation. she could almost feel the tension through the phone, a palpable distance that mirrored the emotional chasm between them. she braced herself for the response, unsure whether the truth would set them free or shatter the delicate balance they had precariously maintained. / @gldnhour

@gldnhour // the diner

"Ah. Perfect."

And it was, indeed. A buttercream blossom was one of the first things Emily learned how to do when she began to bake (and really bake, not just follow by-the-box directions) and she'd been proud of it ever since, jumping at any chance she could to pipe it on any dessert that Bambi let her. She'd just finished a batch of lemon and lavender cupcakes, something new for the upcoming spring menu, and tonight was her chance to show it off to the rest of the crew—see if it was good enough to sell at the restaurant someday. Taking extreme care, the blonde transferred each one onto a white cupcake stand, crafting a sort of dessert bouquet while the restaurant buzzed, sizzled, and dinged around her.

"Behind," came Beckett's voice from the direction he'd called out. Big red oven mitts covered his hands and a big smile was sprawled across his face as he headed toward the oven, Emily moving herself—and her delicately crafted cupcake stand—out of the man's way.

The smell of cornbread as Beckett opened the oven knocked the aroma of her lemon and lavender cupcakes out of the park. She smiled warmly, watching as he pulled a square pan out. "That taste as good as it smells?" she asked.

He glanced over at her, sending a wink. "Even better." He set the pan of cornbread on the counter beside the stove and opened up the big pot, the only one left. The thing about Beckett was that he was a bit of a turtle when it came to cooking; everything he made was low and slow. Well, at least, everything he cared about making. He opened the lid to check on his mom's recipe of chicken and sausage gumbo, which simmered to completion in the pot. The smell of paprika, garlic, andouille sausage, bay leaves... It filled the room and overpowered the cupcakes and everything else everyone was cooking in the best way. It was the main star of the night, after all. Bambi had entrusted him with this, and he needed to exceed expectations.

Beckett took the lid off the pot and turned off the heat. Like clockwork, Emily swerved behind him, pulling out enough bowls to feed everyone who'd be at the table. As she did that, Beckett cut up the cornbread into messy squares.

"Thanks, darlin'," he muttered to the blonde, who was like a sister to him at this point. In exchange for her quick work, he offered her a piece of cornbread. She took a bite.

"Holy crap."

"S'that good or what?" he asked, nervous.

"Beck, that's fantastic. Bambi's gonna freak."

Then, a pause before Emily added: "And so is Mickey."

A moment later, Lizzie emerged from the front of the house, somehow toting around a few liters of soda. She was clearly struggling, and Beckett came to her rescue, retrieving the drinks and setting them off to the side. "So fucking sorry," she spoke hurriedly, obviously flustered. "My fucking card wouldn't work at the fucking liquor store and I had to go to the goddamn ATM and—" Her words were stopped only by the feeling of Emily's hands on her shoulders.

"You're good. We're ready. Go get 'im."

Lizzie took a deep breath. Tonight was important. No, it was more than important, and everyone in the restaurant felt that, the gravity of that. She nodded, then turned to head to the back of the restaurant, making the same route she always did when it was the end of shift and she needed to toss the garbage.

She found him by the dumpster. In comparison to the sensory overload that was the diner, this side of the streets brought her ears respite. Even if there were rats and running gutters. Arms folded over her chest, feeling the breeze blow through her sweater, she approached him. There he was.

"Hey, Mickey," she said. "Family's up."

ever since you said out my name i haven't heard it sound the same ever since you stepped into the light i'd let you ruin the rest of my life...

@forelysiiium / @gldnhour /@wynterlanding /@xwhiskeymuses

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed ,   @gldnhour​ .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   i   keep   bringing   my   not   -   so   -   sick   child   to   see   you   just   to   give   me   an   excuse   to   flirt   with   you .

he   cleared   his   throat   awkwardly ,   hand   coming   around   to   rub   at   the   back   of   his   neck .         ❛   right ,   well ,   ❜         orion   feels   himself   cringe   at   the   sight   of   his   perfectly   healthy   1   year   old   boy ,   who   dazed   up   at   his   father   with   wide ,   curious   eyes .         ❛   he   was   much   worse   this   morning .   had   a   fever   and   he   looked   like   his   stomach   was   hurting   him ,   ❜         words   come   out   in   a   jumbled   rush .   how   the   hell   does   a   1   year   old   look   as   if   they   have   a   stomachache   ?   idiot .         ❛   what   seems   to   be   the   problem ,   doc   ?   ❜         averting   his   gaze   to   the   beautiful   blue   hues   of   the   pediatrician   he's   kept   since   his   wife   left   them ,   almost   as   soon   as   his   son   was   born .

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★  ⸻  DEFENSIVENESS:   arms  crossed  on  chest.    crossing  legs.    fist - like  gestures.    pointing  index  finger.    karate  chops.   stiffening  of  shoulders.    tense  posture.    curling  of  lip.    baring  of  teeth.

★  ⸻  REFLECTIVE:    hand  to  face  gestures.    head  tilted.    stroking  chin.    peering  over  glasses.    taking  glasses  off  /  cleaning.   putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in  mouth.    pipe  smoker  gestures.    putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose.   pursed  lips.   knitted  brows.

★  ⸻  SUSPICION:    arms  crossed.    sideways  glance.    touching  or  rubbing  nose.    rubbing  eyes.    hands  resting  on  weapon.   brows  rising.    lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line.    strict,  unwavering  eye  contact.   wrinkling  of  nose.

★  ⸻  OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION:   open  hands.    upper  body  in  sprinters  position.    sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair.    hand - to - face  gestures.    unbuttoned  coat.    tilted  head.    slacked  shoulders.    droopy  posture.    feet  pointed  outward.    palms  flat  and  facing  outward.

★  ⸻  CONFIDENCE:   hands  behind  back.    hands  on  lapels  of  coat.    steepled  hands.    baring  teeth  in  a  grin.    rolling  shoulders.    tipping  head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact.    chest  puffed  up.   shoulders  back.   arms  folded  just  above  navel.

★  ⸻  INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY:   chewing  pen  or  pencil.    rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb.   biting  fingernails.    hands  in  pockets.   elbow  bent.    closed  gestures.    clearing  throat.    “  whew  ”  sound.    picking  or  pinching  flesh. fidgeting  in  chair.    hand  covering  mouth  whilst  speaking.    poor  eye  contact.   tugging  at  pants  while  seated.    jingling  money  in  pockets.    tugging  at  ear.    perspiring  hands.    playing  with  hair.    swaying.    playing  with  pointer.    smacking  lips.    sighing.    rocking  on  balls  of  feet.   flexing  fingers  sporadically.

★  ⸻  FRUSTRATION:   short  breaths.    “  tsk  ”  sounds.    tightly  clenched  hands.    fist - like  gestures.    pointing  index  finger.   running  hands  through  hair.    rubbing  back  of  neck.    snarling.    revealing  teeth.    grimacing.    sharp - eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows.    shoulders  back,  head  up.    defensive  posturing.    clenching  of  jaw.    grinding  of  teeth.   nostrils  flaring.    heavy  exhales.

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" Can this night get any bloody worse? " He exhaled heavily, while fatigue mixed with the bile that burned his stomach with anger. Another problem in the album of adversity, another situation that he was forced to solve... but without results. Everything will be the same again, gray and unpleasant, where his dark eyes will look through the moving world.

For someone who has all eternity in front of him, he was too gnawed by the feeling of uselessness, as if he had no purpose...except to defend his existence. " If you wanted to die, there were a million other options that didn't involve pestering me. " Tensed muscles moved, still somewhat elegantly. . . Domination baptized with grace that an atrocity like Marcellus shouldn't possess judguing by some divine rule book. " It is going to hurt. " ' Your death ' was silently floating in the air, as the bloody web permeated the white of his eyes. " Sadly I would not even enjoy this. You will not even be a proper entertainment. " centuries old British accent stated, while the fangs shamelessly gleamed in the pale moonlight.

@gldnhour

"if you ever wanna fall in love, if you ever wanna bet on us, if you ever wanna be my one, i will be waiting."

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connection: perfect stranger, ex girlfriend, childhood friend

it wasn't like tobias had a knight in shining armor complex. in fact he usually went out of his way to avoid getting involved in other people's shit. he hadn't even wanted to go to the party but his old roommate had insisted on it. all he had intended on doing was watching some old horror flicks before passing out. it had been another grueling phone call with his father who wanted to know when he intended on buckling down. he had noticed some guy who was clearly wasted was hassling her. he had been content nursing his beer up until he realized that it was getting worse. he rolled his eyes before setting the cup down and pushing his way through the crowd. only to clear his throat, going to wrap his arms around her from behind," hey pretty girl," he cooed, pretending like he had no clue what was happening," sorry i was late, did you miss me?" he was praying that she would play along.

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it's been a long while since isaiah has felt comfortable in a relationship since he left gemma , but being with mateo has been nice . it's been comfortable in a way that settles his heart rate . he closes the door behind him , making his way down to the mud room so he can put his skates away . his knee is giving him more trouble than usual today , and he's doing his best not to bring attention too it . " i'm back ! " he calls out , padding to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water . " how was your day ? "

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"...wait, you're engaged?"

“ i’ll always choose you. that’s the worst part of it all. i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same. ” @gldnhour

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“i think you’re the worst person i’ve ever met.” a lie. “i hate you.” another lie. for every lie that came out of estrella’s mouth you’d expect for them to be more believable, but instead they all seemed to struggle to leave her lips. still, their presence loomed and disturbed the wallowing she was doing. “can you just leave me alone now?” 

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