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♡ » alwaystragic .
heavy frustrated sigh , finally sick of the other’s voice so your body turns and with a shooting glare , you sneered ❝ 𝐔𝐆𝐇 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 do you have anything else –––– you could talk about that’s less disinteresting ❞
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓 - 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 , affronted at the notion that thebook in your palmscould ever be considered boring . ❛ th - this isn’t boring ! ( raising and culturing bacteria ) is a skill ! ❜
touch meme : 9 !!
f o r c o m f o r t .
𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 . velma can see it like it was note - written , bleeding wound all over the margins of her favorite notebook . love was a fickle thing : perhaps it made you feel nice , but it also tended to hurt you the most . velma shied away from it , that ache .
what better way to stay safe than to keep your heart to yourself , no ?
❛ harvey — ❜ she is a delicate , almosttentative touchto his forearm , fingers sliding until they can can curl at his wrist . velma squeezes , just once , very gently . ❛ she loves you . really . and it looks like you love her . i’m sure things will sort themselves out . have you tried — talking to her ? and i mean really . about what’s bothering you ? ❜
♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 » @hrvyk .
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♡ » farmorepersonal .
❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓. ❞ his knuckles might bruise for how the tendons press into his skin, HARSH WITH THE TIGHTENING GRIP OF HIS FISTS. mitch drops them to his lap under the table and grits his teeth until they scrape against each other, ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴋᴜʟʟ. she’s called his bluff; THIS, and the tinny clang of her spoon in her teacup exacerbates his frustration. abruptly, he shoves away from the table and rises to his feet, stalking away from her 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚂. mitch makes it to the kitchen sink, curls his hands around the counter’s edge, and counts until his vision is no longer double. one hand smacks against the laminate. ❝ you reporting back to kennedy on me? WHY DON’T YOU TELL HER TO FUCK OFF? give her that message for me, will you? ❞ a muttered oath carries on a shuddered breath, his head heavy as he pitches it forward until chin hits chest. ʜɪs sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀɴɢs﹐ ᴛᴏᴏ.
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 . 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 wasn’t as appreciated as she’d hoped , but really , what was velma expecting ? there were no words tosoften the loss. and it was , it was a loss . this felt quite like the stages of grief , and mitch was not quite close to acceptance , yet . his anger builds , builds , crescendos in the HARSHLOUDSCRAPE of his chair . it would only be worse if she , too , stood , tried to be there in case he needed help , so velma sits with her palms tucked under her thighs to keep herself from reaching . ❛ mitch , i’m not reporting to anyone . not about you . you know that . ❜the slap of skin to countermakes her jump , eyes startle - wide . she aches for him . only then does velma stand , slow slow , as he teeters . ❛ she’ll talk to you , i’m sure ,about work. but you’re not cleared for anything , just yet . this was a big one , okay ? you need time . ❜
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♡ » irritablefacade .
He could never figure out just what frightened him about her. Her. Velma Dinkley with her glasses fallen half-way down her nose and her rose-bloomed cheeks, sat with that warm light in her eyes, and her fingers pinching at her sleeves. Terror fills him when he look at her. And he can’t figure it out until she’s looking at him with wide eyes that look as though they can see right into tomorrow and pluck the sun out to give it him. Tomorrow, and the fact that she commits to it. “ Sure, ” He tells her, knowing he’ll count the seconds eyeing himself in the mirror tonight, face a mosaic of his mistakes. How tired he is. He’ll count the seconds, and then the pills in the bottle, and then the bullets in the revolver. And he’ll fall asleep - one day he won’t, but he doesn’t know which. So she offers tomorrow and he agrees, easy-as, as if they both know there will always be one. And she’s trying, isn’t she? She’s trying. Soft, his hands are numb; one reaches to pat atop her own like a blind man feeling his way. “ Sure. ”
❛ 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ❜ 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 , 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 , to keep herself warm enoughfor the both of them. to act like she did not see the cavern of decay he has let himself turn into , because bringing it up only made things WORSE , and velma — velma was just trying to keep the pieces together for as long as she could . it felt a little bit like trying to keep a bomb from detonating , without knowing what wires to cut . as though velma could love it enough that it wouldstop counting down. she tries not to think that her efforts are as useless . at the press of his hand , smile softens . just a bit more real . velma twists wrist under his touch , leaving thempalm to palm. she squeezes . ❛ there’s still tonight , and i bought some peanut butter and jelly . want to help me pre - make the sandwiches ? ❜