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"You say the nicest things," Frankie muttered, raising an eyebrow at Sapphire's comment, not quite willing to sit next to her after that announcement. "You always piss me off," he said instead, moving closer but refusing to sit just to be stubborn. It made him feel more in control to be standing...

Frankie hated how much his heart lept when he heard Sapphire's voice. He'd never met anyone as frustrating as her and yet his traitorous heart ached whenever she was gone for too long, which was probably half the problem, she had to travel for work, and he was always going to be bitter about it...

It didn't take a genius to figure out this was a terrible idea, hadn't Frankie been saying exactly that a few moments ago? But it was like all his faculties suddenly escaped him when Sapphire got that close, her eyes burning into his. "When you hate me after this, let me just say I told you so,"...

"I think that's the problem," Frankie said dourly, shoving his hands in his pockets before he could do something stupid with them like touch Sapphire. "But that's the point, we're just both going to get hurt so why not skip all the bullsh*t and save ourselves the trouble," he said, voice edging...

Frankie swore he could almost hear something inside him crack at Sapphire's next sentence, stepping back from her like she'd slapped him again. "What?" He asked incredulous. "One second you hate me, the next you ask me out?? You gotta forgive me for not being convinced you mean it," he said...

"Yeah, you just blow back into my life acting like you just remembered I exist and when I didn't play along, you hit me," Frankie said, moving from where he'd turned to head back inside and turning instead to face Sapphire. "But it's always been like that hasn't it," he said, the sharp, angry...

Yess, I love this, Claire! Gonna start with just Frankie since I'm on his account rn and his tickles me; He's actually named after a tastemade/youtube host called Frankie Celenza who my roommates and I just call "Fluffy Man" when we watch him because of his fluffy hair. (Also my middle name...

Frankie released the breath he'd been holding waiting for Tristan to react, cutting his eyes over to watching Tristan speak in the low light. He hummed at Tristan's list of options, turning the idea around in his own head. "I've spent enough time on option one I suppose," he said wryly, raising...

Frankie had schooled his expression into a wry smile that quickly faded at Sapphire's response, feeling his hackles rise. "Merda, there's no talking to you sometimes, I swear," he hissed, throwing up his arms in exasperation. "Forgive me to trying to say hello, I guess," he said, pushing off the...

Frankie had hoped that working at the Hogs Head would keep his days more interesting, but it hadn't taken long for that to fall into the same mindless routine he'd had before getting the job; the days blending together a haze. He was still stuck in the same house doing the same things day after...

Frankie let out a sigh, trying to imagine his own breath mixing with Tristan's cigarette smoke above them, turning his head on the pillow to squint at Tristan's profile in the low light. They were firmly in new territory now, offering to talk about feelings, and even though Frankie had started...

Frankie's lips quirked at Tristan's response, rolling slightly onto his side to gently press his lips against Tristan's shoulder, hiding both the beginning of a smirk and his face from view for a moment while he listened to Tristan contend with what Frankie was not so artfully dodging around...

"So I've noticed," Frankie said demurely, wiggling the cigarette in acknowledgement. Tristan was giving him an open here, to pretend he hadn't just stepped out of line for a moment and they could just carry on like they normally did, and Frankie appreciated it. He watched the smoke curling...

With the white noise of the rain outside washing away all other sounds, it had almost felt wrong when Frankie had spoken to break the quiet bubble of Tristan's room. He was relieved when Tristan responded though, raising a wry eyebrow and tapping his fingers on the edge of the bed at Tristan's...

The light from the streetlamp outside cast the room in a dull orange gloom as Frankie paused in his search for his search, watching the shadows from the rain play across the window as his eyes followed down to where Tristan was still laying in bed. This thing with Tristan, whatever it was, had...

Molly's pretty young but her and Genevieve could be cute when they're older

Trivian always produces the best quotes, I love this line, Rowan!